concrete shoes

Lemon the canary got very sick. The vet took one look at her and prepared us for the worst, telling us there was a chance she wouldn't pull through. I burst into tears. A couple of hours later, the vet called to tell us Lemon was on antibiotics and perfectly happy. If I felt like this for my pet bird, how would I feel if it was my child? Or my family? Or my friend? So many of my thoughts are occupied with time - the keeping of it, the passing of it, the wasting of it. I look into the future and realise there's a lot of pain in store for us which we won't be able to avoid. But I shake my head and force myself to read a book, watch a movie, pick my clothes from the floor. If we all lived thinking about how we die, I think we'd freeze to the spot, paralysed. We'd sink into the depths like we had concrete blocks attached to our feet. So we move on. We have to.

♥ Cardigan and dress are thrifted ♥ Brooch a gift from Emily ♥ Belt from Portmans ♥