Samuel has a softer side
I'm not always a bundle of pure energy, I'm not always venting my stress away in some physical manner.
I'm not always proud of myself, I'm not always funny to listen to.
There are times when I'm not tired but I'm running slow anyway, just cruising.
I can't live on the edge 24/7; I have to have some small breaks to keep my feet on the ground, otherwise I'd be too wild and out of control.
I get my moments where I'm more romantic, intimate, and poetic.
I get less capricious, brash, and dangerous in moments like these.
I don't care to analyze whether or not it's a "good" thing to be that way, it just feels NATURAL.
It's like a hurricane that putters down to a small gust of wind before heading off the beach and back to the ocean where it'll slowly pick up speed again, and if it weren't for Tracy, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
Probably become terribly depressed in times like these.
But with her being in my life everything's different. I don't care if you see me as being codependent -- that's your own issues and beliefs -- I love Tracy with everything in me. She's more than a girlfriend, she's more than the one and only girl I love exclusively.
She's my muse, my dreams, my home.
What is a bard without a muse to inspire him?
What is a visionary with no dreams to give him life?
What is a foundation with no home to rest upon it?
Nothing.
Thank you, Tracy, for being here. Ensuring that I'm far from nothing.
I'm not always proud of myself, I'm not always funny to listen to.
There are times when I'm not tired but I'm running slow anyway, just cruising.
I can't live on the edge 24/7; I have to have some small breaks to keep my feet on the ground, otherwise I'd be too wild and out of control.
I get my moments where I'm more romantic, intimate, and poetic.
I get less capricious, brash, and dangerous in moments like these.
I don't care to analyze whether or not it's a "good" thing to be that way, it just feels NATURAL.
It's like a hurricane that putters down to a small gust of wind before heading off the beach and back to the ocean where it'll slowly pick up speed again, and if it weren't for Tracy, I don't know what I'd do with myself.
Probably become terribly depressed in times like these.
But with her being in my life everything's different. I don't care if you see me as being codependent -- that's your own issues and beliefs -- I love Tracy with everything in me. She's more than a girlfriend, she's more than the one and only girl I love exclusively.
She's my muse, my dreams, my home.
What is a bard without a muse to inspire him?
What is a visionary with no dreams to give him life?
What is a foundation with no home to rest upon it?
Nothing.
Thank you, Tracy, for being here. Ensuring that I'm far from nothing.