Friday, February 4, 2011
They Are Coming For Me Soon
In order to tell some of those stories waiting to be told, I also created word collages. There were many winter nights you could find me with a scissors, a stack of magazines and some Elmer's glue. I loved combining words together to tell a tale of who I was right at that moment.
One of my favorites collages included the following passage. It's from a short-fiction piece that I've lost track of, but my whole life I've related to the passage. "Finally he asks me why I don't sleep much at night, and I tell him that I'm not tired. That as soon as I get into bed, I have too many things to think about. To remember. That I get up and turn the light back on. That I go to the window and wait for them. They are coming for me soon."
Somehow I can picture that little girl in the window, waiting to be saved, hoping for something different, something that fit. Maybe that little girl was me. I can still relate to it today, and that is both amazing and sad.