Jacumba is my heaven, my addiction, my drug

I think it's heaven on earth. Or at least part of heaven exists there. It was made for me to love it or I was made to love it, which it is, I'm not sure. Not many people see it the way I do. They see it as a hole in the ground or they pretend to know and understand more about it than they do. Artists and teachers go there for a year and run their mouths about it. But it takes time to "get" it if you know what I mean. And some people just don't "get" Jacumba. Maybe you have to go more than once. It's like a drug I'm addicted to and like a drug, your first experience may not be a good one. But it makes your problems go away. It takes you to where no-one can reach you. It's a drug. You just have to take time to let it take you there. You have to really feel the place. I know I sound like a hippie or w/e. But that's because you don't know how it is. If you do it too many times, it loses it's effect. But after a while of not having it, you know you need it. Or I do. i won't say you because YOU don't understand it. But I, ME, MYSELF, I know it. It's a drug, a drug, a drug. I feel things. My Dad used to say when running out there, he felt a spiritual presence. Little kids don't quite understnad that. i felt it but didn't know it was what he said. but I feel it and know it now. I really do feel God more than ever through Jacumba. It's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen (besides the river of course). My grades, my parents, my chores, fears about my future, my lack of money, all of the shit I worry about day to day-there it all fades away.I lose time. Time loses me. It means nothing. The risisng and setting of the sun is all that i have to remind me of time. There's no outside distractions. I'm literally in the middle of nowhere, with no cell service. Nobody can contact me. There's no computers of electronic bullshit to distract me from whatever magic feeling I get from there. It's liek something is talking to me but more like talking to my soul. It's not made of words but it's speaking the language of my soul, I swear it. No I'm not on drugs or alcohol and I'm not fucked up or as fucked up as I sound. It just takes me away. The way the sun hits the pool in the evening and the shadows it makes or the sound of birds in the morning or the wind hitting me on the mountain in the afternoon. The scent of the trees, the touch of the water made of silk, the way it feels to breath hot clean air deep into my lungs and sink to the bottom of it all. It's my escape.