along, at least...

Thoughts are always wondering until they find a head to be in, so they can finally become message, be heard; understood. A friend o mine was walking once up to work and a little rain started, not so hard, but long enough to make some puddles at the street. She was facing down, so she saw herself, her reflex, her worried expression because it was getting late for work. She didn´t talk but... she realized, because the rain made her so, that a big carelessness has covered the streets of this city: so many holes that cars hardly drive, so many people walking sad and counting their steps like there’s no reason to look up; to face towards. Such negligence is not only the government's but we're all to blame.

We're all to blame is also a song she was listening with me the night before. She's not the protesting kind, she's more careful at her appearance. Yes; that kind... that morning it was different, she did not dressed up properly, probably because she was late and because she was late she was careless, and then the rain, the puddles, her reflex and the thoughts. Tomorrow she's joining the protest. She says she's tired of the way we are ruled, the way these people spend nation's money and how narrow chances bias have become. It happened basically in a couple of days and just over a little rain, maybe over a music song. It’s hard to tell. Thought are always wondering until they find a head to be in, so they can finally become a message. They might have been waiting in the clouds that morning when nobody looked up, so they decided to show themselves as water from the sky and people saw them as their own reflexes, my friend in this case, and I've got the message from her, from the song: I am to blame as well and I shall join her tomorrow; to complain along, at least...