the static is gone maybe. just…quiet. the kind of quiet that used to scare the hell out of me, the kind where I'm waiting for the crash, the relapse, the whatever-the-fuck-it-is that always came. but maybe that's just it, maybe i'm just waiting. maybe waiting is okay, maybe quiet is okay, maybe i don't need to fill every second with noise and meetings and sparkling water with lime which i'm starting to hate anyway. just be. just breathe. just... wait.