Its pretty late at the moment, which is not a surprise, as I have struggled with my sleep for as long as I can remember. some nights I just lay there in the dark abyss of a room, and wait as the Zs come and take me away; then there are the nights where I willingly drift off into a completely different universe; I love to read. alongside a few other things that keep me sane which allow me to really drift from my so called reality, reading is definitely at the top.
Recently I decided to reread one of the many books of Shakespeare I have, Macbeth.
Theres a line in the book that really stuck with me, I have read it many times but tonight more than ever it really latched itself onto me.
When Banquo says to Macbeth in Act 1 Scene 3;
"But ’tis strange.And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,The instruments of darkness tell us truths,Win us with honest trifles, to betray ’sIn deepest consequence."