Nature

tickling sensation 
wet, pouring into me 
overpowers my every thought 
and i lay back, 
enjoying an evasive 
serenity. 
with darkness on my side 
and the embracing - slick 
black surface beneath me 
i feel weightless, almost 
invincable in ways i could 
never achieve in any 
artificial stimulant, deppresant 
or halucinagine 
and it's the wetness that brings 
something better than happiness 
- more pleasurable than pain 
it brings the gift of contentment 
filling me up with lost words 
forgotten feeling - surfaced joy 
and i'm omniscient - abrasive 
happy and sad 
this is my drug - my own narcotic 
to stop my smile through my pain 
it's not a pill, it isn't sold 
it's in one place 
it's falling rain.