Her_Words

4/4 #vss365 Either way, it still sucks. Still fucking hurts. We still miss you just as much as that last final day. Her_Words

3/4 #vss365 One last hug from you would be really great. This week I am thinking of you. Often. Though it hurts still, I'm not pushing it away. Perhaps that IS the magic #portal... To think of you watching over us. I believe you're trying to keep us all safe.

1/4 #vss365 I don't think of you too often, a conscious choice sometimes these days. Doesn't mean you are forgotten, far from it. It just hurts less this way. This week, though, is filled with remembering, the worst week of all of our days. I wish I had a magical #portal.

#vss365 (4/4) It hasn't happened for years now. So surely it's time to stop. Figure out how to place a full stop. On all your self-sabotaging ways. Let's see... Her_Words

#vss365 (3/4) Then the clouds they clear without reason. The light begins trickling through. The heaviness eventually disperses. You're left a little confused. Shake your head and brush it all off now. Why'd you let thoughts diminish your gains?

#vss365 (1/4) A bad day culminates in shrink. It's tiny, begins with a miss-step, then a miss-trust in all of your thoughts. For the absolute worst An unwaivering feeling you're useless. A catalyst of inner destruction. A shrivelled up hue, decline in your being,

#vss365 (2/2) It's no haphazard accident when light sometimes plays with dark. How else can one understand how to strike a spark? The truth is she's #ethereal. The light always outweighs the heavy. Perception is a funny thing, yet perception is what keeps her steady. Her_Words

#vss365 (1/2) #ETHEREAL Perception is a funny thing, yet perception is the key. It matters not what they think or even what is thought. What matters is what's real... 'Clarey, airy, fairy', To most is what she'd guess? Living in her daydream, swerving shadows like a test.

#vss365 (2/2) Listen for the joy, recognise the glimmers. There are always teeny tiny pitter patters. Even when the sparkle dulls. She shines inside nomatter. Ready to leave her imprint. On those who truly matter. Her_Words #vsspoem #wordprompt

#vss365 (1/2) #WINSOME As the little things mount. Begin to take a toll. She must remember what it's all about. Deep within her soul. Forget about the humdrum. The things and stuff that doesn't matter. Remember, she is #winsome. Childlike inside her heart. #vsspoem #prompt

#VSS365 (2/2) Energy pure, not at all an eyesore. If you get it, you know. Suburban mindsets petition; yet I see free energy, not a burden. And free energy is surely the best of all. Pure beauty...in mechanical form. A #windmill. Her_Words #vsspoem #prompt

#vss365 (1/2) #WINDMILL It's in the eye of the beholder, a #windmill. Ugly to some, pure beauty to the true. A simple mill powered by wind, yet generator of usable energy. From the actual wind! Freedom. #vsspoem #prompt

Our Crumble. Named for her perfect ability to hoover up ALL of the crumbs! #bestdoggoever #blessedtohavehadherinsideourlivesforsolong

#vss365 (5/5) However much longer we get with her, I hope that when the time comes, she knows she's been loved. I hope she knows she'll be missed. I hope she finds her way to him to walk her one last time and to receive all of the heavenly treats.

#vss365 (4/5) She's also infuriating,  never did she understand a dogs life, they confuse her. Never fetched a ball in her entire life. In her mind, she's human. That's what I've always believed, anyhow.

#vss365 (3/5) She's been a breeze inside our family, withstood years of toddler pulls and climbs upon her back, her gentle presence always welcome. She's old now, our #Crumble. The best dog you ever could meet, I just know this world's not long left for her.

#vss365 (2/5) She cried out the other night when we tried to help her up. Despite the confusion of the past few years, moving around, losing him, she still faithfully follows us all around, relentlessly. Our trusted shadow, 98 in human years.

#vss365 (1/5) She's old now, the years are catching up on her, despite her happy tail wag, tricking us into thinking her young spirit is still in there. She's our blonde messy mass of smelly fur, bones that ache too much to withstand a simple bath now.