IT'S ALWAYS A CIRCLE.

I'm sitting by the window in this coaster bus and the wind is not only caressing my face, it is also sending my hair that was once well combed before I left the house to various destinations.

I notice that the man sitting next to me has discomfort written all over his face. Poor man! Who wouldn't be? I saw him dip his hands into his pockets, I thought he wanted to offer me rubber band to hold the flying thing in one place, but he didn't. I'm sure he would have done just that if he had any in his pocket. Instead of mentioning his discomfort, he chose to ignore me and my hair.

I'm leaning close to the window and I'm staring at all the people moving up and down the street. The lady trying to make sales while the traffic lasts, the man carrying a bag that weighs more than he does, the woman sweeping the road and humming to herself, the young boy with earphones plugged to his ears and bouncing periodically to the tune in his ears, the school children moving in unison, a conductor calling for passengers and horns blasting, everyone on the street was engaged in one activity or another.

At this moment, I'm lost in thought but the buzzing of my phone awakens me to my immediate environment, I check my phone and it's one of those notifications so I ignore it and instead, scroll through social media and I notice that everyone seems to be saying one thing; "RIP NIGHT BIRDE."

"She fought so hard! She inspired us all even in her last days! She deserved a miracle!" I thought to myself. But what if the miracle is in her death and freedom from pain? I sigh and I drift to my thoughts again. This time, I'm not thinking of the peoole in the street or my hair that's out of place, I'm wondering why life seems to be in a circle. Why are we all in a circle? A circle that starts with starts with life and ends in death. It always ends in death.

I remember the people I saw on the street and I wonder if they all know that it will always end in death.

The coaster bus has reached it's final destination. I'm out of the bus and I'm walking on the street just like the people I saw earlier today.

 "Everything is a circle" I said to myself.