Sometimes the voices are quiet. When they are, I allow myself room to breathe. To explore corners I may have left unused or neglected. Sometimes silence says what needs to be said, fills the spaces we're too ready to dismiss or give up on. The undercurrent of a life being lived, but not quite. A place waiting for the breath to be taken, for the extra second we don't believe we have.

Sometimes the voices are quiet, but they are never gone. Sometimes the madness wants us to discover it. To understand its reality within and around us. To explore its edges and beyond to learn how to exist alongside it. 

Sometimes the voices are quiet. When they are, allow them room to breathe. To explore and commune with everything around you. Allow it for yourself as well, you may just discover pieces of yourself long neglected waiting to be picked up again. Gather in the silence, the peace. Embrace the madness.