A letter To Juliet

Dear Juliet,

I am writing this to you on this day of love, even though you will probably never read this. Juliet I feel this rift growing between us, every step I take seems to take me farther from your side. My eyes close and your face appears, I see your hair flow down to your shoulders, your eyes so deep and full of kindness. Those eyes I have stared into and fallen in love with the beauty that I find within. The soul so pure that one is almost surprised to not see wing springing from your back.

Oh Juliet, my tongue betrays me. The word that I wish to speak get caught in my throat and do not leave my mouth because your gaze is mesmerizing. I must be rambling, but what is love but the ramblings of a madman that someone else recognizes as the writing on their soul. I cannot find the words to express the feelings that I have inside. The feelings that I have, in fact, tried to disperse, or to simple fade, but as any fire that burns in the heart of men I can feel it ever present and ever as warm as the day before. But I fear my fair Juliet that I cannot portray them as eloquent as needed. If I am to win you over I must be verbal about my love, I must sing the song of our love from the rooftops, but I fear that if I were to do, you will fear me, and what we are will be no more.

So, my fair Juliet, listen closely for I can only say it in a wispier. I love you. From the deepest places of my heart I say, I love you.

Sincerely, Your Romeo

The Walk

The day was grey, the type of grey that seemed to drain the color out of the surroundings. I trudged along, my black trench coat swaying back and forth, heading toward wherever and not caring to much how I got there. You see I woke up today with a sour taste in my mouth and a scowl on my face, the kind that no number of showers could wash off. I glowered up at the dark sky daring it to rain. It's face stayed grey and unchanged, not caring about my mood nor anyone's mood for that matter. So I kept moving forward, one foot after the next, not knowing where I was going but knowing that I need to get there.

The first drop landed on the tip of my nose startling me out of my thoughts. The next drops came in quick secession worsening my already cloudy mood.

My steps quickened as the rain pounded me twore the pavement, completely soaking my coat and the cloths underneath. I broke into a sprint, running down the road toward nowhere. Suddenly my foot connected with a something hard and as I stumbled my other foot slid and I called to the cold, hard ground. I rose to my feet and angrily tried to clean off my muddy clothing. Then I continued to trudge forward, one step at a time, every step closer to nowhere.

In the distance I saw a light, it was very faint and very small, but it seemed to fill my soul with hope. So I moved toward the light and I finally arrived at my destination.