I’ve always looked for faeries, and very rarely seen them.
I often feel them, however, or know that they are near.
It turns out that not everyone can translate their experiences into something visual, and that is ok. This means, however, that in a world which emphasises sight so much, we can overlook our own experiences in the pursuit of a pattern which does not suit us, as I did for a long time.
Always looking, rarely seeing, but I knew they were there. I knew there was something to see… when I finally gave up on seeing, I found them.
Don’t worry, then, if you cannot see them. They are still there.