“THERE’S NEVER BEEN ANYTHING ELSE” as the circle completes, so too does it repeat. we see through the same eyes as life murders our bodies daily. idle hearts with love locked inside a storage, a storage the rent is late on, apprehension, evil’s root watered daily and subjective strategies gone awry. the only truth lies inside the graves of what we tried to give life. losing what we know makes the paint roller roll without paint on the walls of our existence. souls to pens, inks to life, our paper is the love we accept. the dreams of our youth are the regrets of our maturity. if only we had known, dear God, if only we had known. By: Chicano Eddie 8-10-2016