Does the play say that good can emerge from death? If so, what have I gained?
[mood| 
sleepy]
[music|Silence--my own thoughts echo through the room ]
I am so tired so I'll attempt to make this brief. I don't really know what I want to say except that Shakespeare must have received a visit from the muses as he wrote Romeo and Juliet. Past the story, the words are perfect, eloquent, beautiful. The rhyme structure, placement of sonnets, heart and passion behind them moves me. The words beg to be read aloud as they leap off the page and into my heart. What beauty I see when looking at the world with fresh eyes! To live in such a world! Wooing, poetry, music, hidden meanings--how can these things not stir your heart to the point where it nearly bursts?
I suppose, with no love of my own, I have placed some of my expectations on this story. Yet, I am as disturbed as ever by the same problems--too short a courtship, age issues, frustrating misunderstandings. But it still stands out as a masterpiece. I want to take nearly every line and immortalize it as a quote on my wall ;) But what of that?
I could say that I'm lonely but at this moment I am stable. I can't promise anything for tomorrow morning. Perhaps being half asleep and numb is giving me an advantage that normally eludes me; first, my words seem better chosen (at least to me in my droopy stupor) and hopefully understandable to the general public because I merely wrote from the heart, using the words hidden there. Second, I am numb and sometimes that's the best feeling anyone could ask for. The best feeling I can ask for.
13 days and counting.
Well, I must bid you adieu.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
that I should say good night till it be morrow...
sleepy]
[music|Silence--my own thoughts echo through the room ]
I am so tired so I'll attempt to make this brief. I don't really know what I want to say except that Shakespeare must have received a visit from the muses as he wrote Romeo and Juliet. Past the story, the words are perfect, eloquent, beautiful. The rhyme structure, placement of sonnets, heart and passion behind them moves me. The words beg to be read aloud as they leap off the page and into my heart. What beauty I see when looking at the world with fresh eyes! To live in such a world! Wooing, poetry, music, hidden meanings--how can these things not stir your heart to the point where it nearly bursts?
I suppose, with no love of my own, I have placed some of my expectations on this story. Yet, I am as disturbed as ever by the same problems--too short a courtship, age issues, frustrating misunderstandings. But it still stands out as a masterpiece. I want to take nearly every line and immortalize it as a quote on my wall ;) But what of that?
I could say that I'm lonely but at this moment I am stable. I can't promise anything for tomorrow morning. Perhaps being half asleep and numb is giving me an advantage that normally eludes me; first, my words seem better chosen (at least to me in my droopy stupor) and hopefully understandable to the general public because I merely wrote from the heart, using the words hidden there. Second, I am numb and sometimes that's the best feeling anyone could ask for. The best feeling I can ask for.
13 days and counting.
Well, I must bid you adieu.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
that I should say good night till it be morrow...