I send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.
HOLLY DUXBURYI send you videos of birds you keep pointing out my wings.
HOLLY DUXBURYI am an expert at breaking my own heart.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou are all burning desires and questions with no answers.
HOLLY DUXBURYToday was the day years ago it meant something then it can’t anymore.
HOLLY DUXBURYLove is not a net to catch others with.
HOLLY DUXBURYSome of my favorite things are moments you have given me.
HOLLY DUXBURYIn hard times stay soft.
HOLLY DUXBURYLove and devotion are different words for a reason.
HOLLY DUXBURYI know longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.
HOLLY DUXBURYIt is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.
HOLLY DUXBURYSpring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.
HOLLY DUXBURYWhat does a caged bird know about freedom?
HOLLY DUXBURYI do not hate the scars they hold me together binding flesh and experience gnarled lines.
HOLLY DUXBURYThe sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.
HOLLY DUXBURYYou are fragments of a dream I thought I had forgotten long ago.
HOLLY DUXBURYIf it is love it is always enough love is a quality, not a quantity.
HOLLY DUXBURY