Catch
We were playing catch, catch the hand-granade I lost mine, I lost my mind, elaborating the finer points of blowing up
Catch
We were playing catch, catch the hand-granade I lost mine, I lost my mind, elaborating the finer points of blowing upCopyright © 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil
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“My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart’s in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.”
– Robert Burns, ‘My Heart’s in the Highlands.’
Photo: My Bonnie Heather- The Quiraing, North Skye, Scotland.
One day I will go. One day I will come. One day I might stay. One day…