Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Most often I see my mother.
ReplyDeleteYour mother? Do you mean when you are dreaming or when you just randomly close your eyes?
DeleteI too see my mom and my sister.
ReplyDeleteDarkness.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week. ♥
Squiggly lines and dots.
ReplyDeleteFlashing lights quite often.
ReplyDeleteFlashing lights?
DeleteFlashing lights and darkness.
ReplyDeleteWhatever my mind places there….sometimes pleasant things often colours but more often darkness
ReplyDeleteMostly black or very dark grey, unless I've been staring out the window where it's sunny, then there is a sunset colour circle for a while.
ReplyDeleteThe insides of my eyelids, of course, which i will inspect for cracks (my code for a nap).
ReplyDeleteI sometime feel like do that to insurance company. Like the little kid yelling at Customer service.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on and stay safe
The possibility of some rest.
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