"don't you ever want to steal from life what it stole from you?" two grieving people desperately fill gaps with each other, and occasionally, with petty thefts. PLAYLIST: http://8tracks.com/laamiaa/a-a (working title)

there should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]

"She had this thought. Not about choking hazards on children's toys or fatal car crashes, but a thought about how Skylar was not entirely a person. He was more like an ocean with violent currents; one of the seven seas with skin and bones and teeth. He was waterlogged with despair; bad weather with the premonition of a hurricane. And she thought that she finally understood why they named hurricanes after humans. But she lived in Arizona all of her life; she had never seen a hurricane, and she found that fitting because she had never seen anything like him either." He was as tragic as a hurricane. She was as volatile as a tornado. But when Skylar and Scout collided, they were bound for the sun. NOTE: Art for book cover by Budi Kwan.

you are a tidal wave and she is constantly out of reach.

"Scream, kid. You and the young souls will harmonize in a song of broken youth." [a spin-off to 'Four Realizations'.]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021