Still, I can’t explain what breath it was in, or what photo I had taken when it happened, but I know that it was along that beaten path that the fairies took me. I had my camera to my face, with my glasses tucked away, and one moment just fell into another. Peering off the edge, overlooking the trainline, through my viewfinder I just had to move a little left but I could feel the rocks slipping, and then the next I was elsewhere. It’s not all level in the hills, of course, and as many rises as it has, there are just as many drops. I peered down through the leaves at the tree so far below, my feet started to slip and I fell amongst things I couldn’t remember. The boots drenched over. The slim branches that pressed against my face as I peered up through the green feel in between my teeth to hold them out of the way of the lens. Then there was garden, off next to the path I had been so many times- I found a tree with leaves intense that the whole world seemed a deep charcoal in comparison.
As I stumbled across moss, vines and fallen branches to get there, there were pieces of glass which blinked upwards. The tree was surrounded by a mesh of thorns, grown up past waist height and as I pressed closer, the thorns pressed into me, until they’d caught me too. There were little places, small and rich in colour, with every footstep I explored through the lens rather than with my eyes and as a repercussion of this I started to bleed from the thorns through my clothing. By the time I found myself in my parents bathroom, stripped to my underwear, there bruises, scrapes, cuts and love marks from the thorns, rocks and nature across my body. The dirt found its way tucked into my nails, leaves in my hair and moss across my skin. Without me noticing, the day had seeped into night and my clothes were not only full of burrs but moist from lying amongst the nature which was still wet from the rains. My body has begun to pay for it, with a chest infection and pulled muscles from the cold- I now spend my days in bed, listening to my breath as it drags its way up my throat. But that moment in by the train line was one which was a long time coming, after walking by every day for several years, finally when I'd let my guard down- magic happened. If there was less sickness, there's be more time to share, but for now- this is what there is xx