Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?

I stopped describing matters in acute detail a fair while ago like how dead the air feels at night. Sullen and quiet.

A normal, or shall we say, optimum functioning person, is what we strive to become and what we will for others. You can pop a pill and attain a few steps closer to this ideal. Upon chatting to a friend undergoing group therapy it was of interest to learn that one person in a group can serve to be a severe vice for the benefits and progress of the entire group. I challenged this admission by suggesting that due to this one person the group may have learned things they would otherwise have been unable to.

I watched a video tonight:
http://vimeo.com/6337228
Relevant because for the past few months I have considered buying a video camera to document some facets of the mundane existence that comprises the vast amount of our lives. How do you like your tea? Do people even really remember anymore?
When another human being displays an interest in you it is a privilege and I do not believe people appreciate just how privileged they are in this instance. Out of the millions of alternatives it is you.

Here we are in 2010 with the propagation of the Internet and particularly facebook.com et al we scribe ourselves away. I'm entirely guilty of this. I say things here I would unfortunately never articulate with my friends in anywhere near as much depth. Shredding layers of myself eager to peel back layers of adulthood to comprehend my beginning or even my end. People obtain thousands of uninteresting photographs to publish online. I'd rather a printed photograph in an album than the pixelated form smattered across my laptop's screen.

Another recent circulating thought of mine is that as we age it appears to me that we become dishonest. Entrusting others with our genuine emotion becomes a risky vocation and people would seemingly rather secretly love than confess their sins of romantic desire.

By uploading this to a public website have I inherited the title of 'hypocrite'? Have I misplaced any possible credibility? Possibly so. However, I do not believe anyone is credible.
It is all too simplistic and easy to dislike people and not care for people. How often do they reciprocate any efforts after all? Or even initate them to begin with? Despite this and perhaps due to this, I cannot help but feel emotionally moved when a person speaks out against the horrors we execute on one another. With the most sincere of sentiments and blatant stirring of that person's emotions you can't help but feel a little humbled and that people are able to do good. These thoughts were inspired by Ellen Degeneres:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNMggq_NADg

One short breath in the lungs of our lives and it seems all we are able to do during these mundane moments is hate people and become embittered by the things we do not understand about others, and mostly, that which we are unable to know about ourselves. Clutching grudges closer to our chests than we'd ever manage concerning those we love.

One day I will visit all of the places I have been.

"I'm scared and I'm running in my sleep for you. But all of the oceans and rivers and showers will wash it all away and make me clean for you 'cause I had never met you".