through the symphony of crickets and these swaying trees in the wind that sound like whistling dolphins she reminds herself to let it go. Detached concern, take a step back and remove herself from her feelings as if she doesn't really care but the truth being that she does Its a cycle she cannot break but she is all too much a part of its not up to her as she can only keep spinning these are not sticks and stones no one can break her heart its a slow suicide if she decides to let it in release it and let it go release it and let it go.