not all flashed sceneries must be unspoken, they could be shared. moments are meant to be cherished, treasured... and at times, i want to tell them to the world. so, i believe i could turn my fleeting moments into thoughts and stories through speaking my letters. my very own collection of short stories and unsaid thoughts.

poems do not always need to have rhymes, nor be hindered by such literary rules. sometimes, they could just be... free, and maybe, hidden. but what if my mind couldn't handle its screams anymore? my poems then, i think, deserve to be known. my very own collection of poems.

i've been longing to tell how words are my own kind of treasure... that literature is a unique kind of gem someone could ever luckily possess, and how much letters and symbols could create an impact to someone for it to last in their hearts and minds a lifetime. and i'm about to narrate them through my own. my very own collection of literary works.

over the past years, novels have become the writers of my own personality-my life and story, together with the countless landscapes i have seen. and what if my own vision wanted to show the scenery it has witnessed, to narrate sonder in its own sentences and paragraphs? my very own collection of novels.

every story told in this world is inspired by actual occurrences, even the people we could be reading about exist somewhere near or far. they became our own fiction. realities are the reflections of my multiverses, and they have always been paralleled by different circumstances. my very own collection of alternative universes.