I am a young author attempting to write his very own mythos, to weave another cosmos from the very one we all live in, love in, and will eventually die in. A mythos describing how the cosmos, the Day, the seasons, and much more were born, describing a creation that, grand and big, centered all around the small, somehow significant heart of man.                      

I do not usually venture into contemporary tropes and romance. Instead, I try to capture the melancholy, contemplative stories of the classics. 

The specific way the cool, somber light of the early morning rears up as if it is a tsunami waiting to crash into the skies. 

The feeling when we see the first leaves of Autumn falling. 

The intersection of Day and Night in our lives. 

The beauty that serves the world rather than the lust of a man.          

If you want the poetic, contemplative side of Wattpad, you may find a home here.

On the other hand, please note that I do not talk like this all the time. I am a human too, after all. And I welcome any and all feedback you wish to provide.