Saturday, March 31, 2018

Abandoned Villas in Sunny Places

Somewhere in the 1980’s
I'm sitting in an abandoned villa
Waiting for someone
To come pick me up

I'm stranded

And I'm stranded
In a very 1980’s kind of way
Where, uh, you really do feel
Like you’re...

...Up a creek, you know?

Because I didn’t have a cell phone
I didn’t have any contact
With anybody
In the outside world

I’m just sitting in this abandoned villa
Going—

Okay, well
Somebody’s gotta find me
Eventually

But, like, not really sure
That was actually
Going to happen

And yet
At the same time
Even though
I was dealing
With a lot of anxiety in my life
Which was the reason
I was in this abandoned villa
On this trip
This vacation
That I really needed to go on
But also
Didn’t want to go on--

I’m having a hard time
Actually summoning that anxiety
To give me a kick in the ass
And make me come up
With some kind of solution
Because—

It’s sunny

Like, it’s really sunny out
And there’s the ocean
And there’s sand
And all this pretty, uh
Scenery
And so
My brain is like—

You’re fine

I mean, part of my brain thinks that
The other part is like—

Your stupid friends
Took off and left you
In two separate cars
Because one probably thought
You were with the other
And vice versa

But, again, it’s like—

Hard to panic
Because it’s just so pretty there

That’s, like, the one thing
About abandoned villas
In sunny places

It’s really hard
To panic
There

And believe me
I tried

I had this moment
Where I pictured
Me
Talking to you
Right now

I’m not kidding
You
You you
Not, like
A general ‘you’
But actually ‘you

It was crazy

I pictured it
And that’s when I realized
That this
This right now
Was going to happen

That I wasn’t going to die
In some abandoned villa
That I was going to make it out
And live this long
And not-that-interesting life

And that’s what made me panic

Not the thought of dying
Or abandonment
Or anything

The thought of survival

That’s what scared
The hell out of me

Two hours later
My friends showed up
At the hotel we were all staying at
Realized what happened
And turned right around

And I was just sitting on the sand
Looking at the ocean
Trying to enjoy, you know
That moment
Because—

I knew it wouldn’t last

I knew that being stranded there
Wasn’t really my problem

It was a problem
But it wasn’t, like
The problem
Or even one of
The problems

My friends walked up to me
And I was crying
And they were like—

It’s okay
We’re here
We’re here now
You’re fine
We came back for you

And I looked at them like—

Why?
Why?
Why did you do that?

And they didn’t understand

I don’t think even I understood

I still don’t

I still…

I still really
Don’t

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