You’ll find me. Sitting in the corner of the room. Candles burning. Eyes close. Listening. To the sounds. Of nothing. Of peace. Mediating. In peace. Digging deep. Within myself. Searching. Hearts racing. Going deeper. Thoughts. Running wild. Going through my head. Bouncing off the wall trying to find a way to escape. Pushing it down. All the way through the tips of my hands to the floor. And gone. Stress released. Negative energy gone. We chose to let it in and we chose to let it out. Let it out. Then you’ll find me.