I Am Buraot

I was still a kid back then.  I didn’t know anything outside my personal scope. I remember a few years back when a certain Ninoy was shot  dead. Seeing him on TV moments before his death made me realize that this surreality is a signal of a wrong. Something tremendously wrong.

Then EDSA came.

I didn’t know what to do. I can hear the sounds of planes hovering above our rooftops. The number of people outside our street in Dimasalang carrying transistor radios blaring modulated noises are enough to let a kid know that there is something big going on. Continue Reading…

I wanted to look away. Away from her lovely gaze. Forget all the things she did and put it away, no matter how wonderful, no matter how magical.

Unnecessary complications were the only thing I have with my too complicated pathetic life, and the last thing I can offer her in return.

I could give nothing except misery and unpredictability. Not even a fresh new accord would lift the burden away from my ragged heart and listless body. I was emotionally and physically unfit…. nevertheless, I looked back. Continue Reading…

The more I looked upon this blank piece of molten clay, the more I try to figure what to come up with it. I was speculating into its being, trying to grasp its white essence from its grayish hue.

I wanted to mold it according to my likeness, like a doting father would want for his own. Or perhaps leave it alone, and have itself shaped by the elements, good or bad it may become.

Everyday every life, each of us yearns to go the distance, discover and explore new worlds and mingle with the universe. We go and find places and faces and we bask in the shimmering diversity like nature does itself.

The more colors we find, the more beautiful the rainbow and the sunset will be. Continue Reading…