My grandmother died one year ago today. I still miss her.

It is nice to notice that the circle of life makes sure that despite movement for very long times, the entity would stay where it has started or would reach to the place where it has begun.

Sometimes, we need a reminder that our current situation isn’t permanent and if it is, there’s always a way around it.

Does life just repeat itself…how does it really go?

It is indeed wonderful that a simple shape called circle has such an influence in human life.

I wrote this one late night in Georgia, thinking of Michigan.

Poem.

A simple poem on the circle of life.

Poem.

It is my experience and feeling as the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years pass by. I do not know how others see life, whether they see it the way I do.