A Moment Part 1

We're walking next to each other in near silence.
My eyes are trained on the empty street ahead of us but I can hear her, hear her breath harshening as she struggles to keep her composure. I don't know the whole story, only that her heart is broken, which is good enough for me.
Knowing her, and knowing there's nothing useful I could say, I reach out gently, tentatively.
Our fingers brush, our pace slows. We near the end of the block and her hand is clasped in mine.
Then, with a small pained noise she turns in to my arms. I hold her wordlessly, her tears soaking the shoulder of my shirt.
I'd had my coat in one hand, and out of instinct I'd covered her as she hugged me.
For a short while we share that space under my coat. Her, succumbing to the sadness she held, and I, feebly doing what I could to guard her from the rest of the world as she did it, my heart heavy with empathy.

Downward Spiral

Last month a couple of my friends and a surprising amount of strangers* got to first; See exactly how messy and confusing my thought process is. And then; See that I don't actually know how to present an important message with any real clarity.
This month I hope to actually finish one of the many blog entries cluttering my to-do list.
Unfortunately, instead of getting anything with research and substance, today you'll be getting that other thing. The one that would sit in my 750words account.
For anyone unfamiliar with 750words it's a pretty brilliant website dedicated to writing. If you click on that link they'll explain it better than I, but I will say that my favorite aspects of it are the vague rewards of "Points" after every complete entry, and more importantly, the fact that they keep entries private. It's sort of like a livejournal for people with shame.
My account is unsurprisingly packed with rambling entries of my views on goals, friendship, depression, and food.
I'll do my best not to have another entry like this in my blog, not because I think any of you care, only that I had specific intentions towards this blog and unfortunately being an adult means holding yourself to your commitments. No more parents or teachers to keep us on the straight and narrow (curved and mid ranged?)
I'm going to say this blog entry was more of a "This Season, On Exformation Station**" teaser thing, not a very accurate one seeing as I pretty much just promised you wouldn't see anything LIKE this (Downward Spiral of a) blog entry, maybe it's more of a way to familiarize you with my "voice"
That's a writing term right? "voice?"
Man, fucking grammar.

*Seriously, not that in the internet world 100+ pageviews is much at all, but this means there's 100+ more people who read blogs than I thought there were. Are you here now? Did you actually read my old entries or did you accidentally type the wrong URL in when you were trying to update your livejournal?
Please feel free to leave a comment answering those questions, tell me about your (possible) blog reading lifestyle, or just call me a buttfart, seriously, I just want to know who's reading this shit.

**I am fucking OBSESSED with the concept of exformation, likely because myself and so many people I know rely heavily on it for the bulk of our conversations. I've got this idea of an absurd dystopian future where every day life is riddled with miscommunications; eventually all of society just started speaking in memes, The extended Lord of The Rings set was conveyed in the span of an hour, we probably bombed someone when we ment to send them a christmas present. It's stupid, and awesome, I lovehate it. The "station" part is just because of my unexpected boner for alliteration. Seriously, I know it's not even a little bit clever but all I want is to title something "Exformation Station"