Wherefore Art Thy Romeo?

"For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds."

Oh, Shakespeare, what a writer he was. From love stories, to deaths; from poems, to stories. Sometimes, I wish I were as talented as this man. Writing has always been a passion of mine, yet to write on such an intricate and beautiful level like Sir Shakespeare, ay there's the rub! Out of all the writers/poet that I have ever come across, Shakespeare has to be on the top (along with the magnificent Edgar Allen Poe, of course!). I don't understand how pure talent can run so genuinely in these few people. Where, oh where, has my talent gone? Why have I not acquired such lavishing skills? If Shakespeare were alive, I would personally go to him and ask him to tutor me in writing. And perhaps, I could have a small chance of acquiring some of his talents.


Hmmm...perhaps I have found what I want to do with my life now?!