In that empty room; an exploration of meditation

A metabolic process to rumble with these parts of me, i scurry away into that dark place, to sit and to ask, to look and to breathe, a sensory deprivation away from the unconscious, a remedy for the overstimulation of the worlds wide and violent happenings, i risk what I wonder will be my undoing, but I come home to that dark place, into the meat of me