The opposite of a whisper is not a regular voice 

 

When I was numb,  when I had run out of words 

she had plenty of thoughts, plenty of nouns.  

 

She filled the air that my silence made,  

trying, without success to bring me out of the hole where I had buried myself.  

 

But it didn't work.

Her avalanche did not end my hibernation. 

Her tidal waves did not cure my drought.

 

I was immune to all cures.

Her earnest protestations,  notwithstanding

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



I, I  got a little paycheck,

you got big plans and you gotta move

And I don't feel nothing at all

And you

can't feel nothing small.  

Ophelia-  The Lumineers

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