Life is but a twinkling of an eye,
yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined.
All things that happen
will age too old...
Though gold.
{+ justgeorgiarose, itstherandomones, recherchecannibal, and kittypeters-thesweetheart }
Ah yes, and so the young male tossed the red ball up and down, catching it in his hand each time. This red ball has caused Pony to get into plenty of trouble, or, call it what you may, recently; so it seems. It just so happened that eventually, Pony hadn't caught the ball, which sent it flying to the ground, rolling on the floor until it had reached the other's feet. Ponboy then went after it and bent down, grabbing the ball and then standing back up. Oh, Pony. You could have said something like, 'excuse my reach' all the while. "Sorry 'bout that."
