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.
All of my doors had closed.
I, I got a little paycheck,
you got big plans and you gotta move
And I don't feel nothing at all
can't feel nothing small.
Ophelia- The Lumineers