I Am Buraot

As is the usual, I look through my self-made spyglass gazing through the intermittent hues of lights that flicker well past the distant skyline.

I wish I could get away from the disturbing glare of the cities and go back to my once-in-a-while isolation and self-imposed hibernation. Free from these bright pervasive city lights, away from the litter and graphical eyesores of industries, and beyond these annoying and invasive humming noises of humans quite so obsessed with technology.

Just so I could spend a whole night wondering like the philosophers of the old, munching not on numerical delicacies but of great discoveries, and unraveling  not the apathetic tasks of mediocrity but remarkable ideas that are amorous to the specie. Continue Reading…

Everytime a loved one goes to the other side we are forced beyond our will to accept not only the  loss but also the realization that in the near future, however far or close it might be, we ourselves will be crossing over to the greatest of the unknowns.

We all know it’s coming, it is a given fact. The only question that remains is what to be of our own personal death star.

Just like our own sun who gives life to everything here on earth by virtue of its warmth, that has the hypothetical Nemesis which was postulated by astronomers to be part of the cycle of mass extinctions, we also have our own deadly companion just hovering around the corner of our own personal galaxy. Continue Reading…

I am back in the shadows of my former elusive self.

Dazed and confused as what lies before me and the future of my galactic awakening.

The bright sunny days are like omens of what’s up ahead. Down with jitters and fears and doubts is the constant route. I fear that these challenges to prove one’s luminosity would be more like never ending episodes of space warping itself over time.

On and on to infinity and beyond.

I have planned on this trip to the stars even as I left my own personal orbit, just to catch a glimpse of the heavens I so desperately seek. Even if I had to leave behind my own charred lungs in exchange for the warm fillings of the heart. They were just physical and pretty much earthly attributes, compared to the chance to achieve metaphysical and never-ending bliss. Continue Reading…

I am traveling back to the outer edges of the Milky Way.

As ancient as I had been, the century-old warp speed is no longer working. The real Spock who had the audacity to create such have gone and came back to Vulcan.

And the parallel universe I have come to confused myself with is now on the verge of redefining itself as one.

Instead, with an outdated ion propeller I’m blazing leisurely at turtle speed. Every second in this new journey would come as months, and every day years. But I would rather do this than go light speed.

No, no wormholes today, thank you. Continue Reading…

The degenerating parts of me are the tragic but nevertheless concrete consequences of my previous actions, and quite simply, an unavoidable baggage of having just too many birthdays.

Like they say, you would appreciate something as trivial as your sideburns only soon after you had lost it. Only then you would realize that that small something actually had a use and a purpose after all.

I used to run with the bulls, and do it calmly. Like a light feather dancing, touching the most violent breeze within the eye of the storm. Continue Reading…

On top of this magnificent hill I whimper.

I was lying on my back, on top of the cool green mass of freshly cut grass. Parallel to my view was the city I have begun to love. So laid-back and quite friendlier than the city of angels, the one I used to call my second home.

Its lights were beginning to fade under the shade of the midnight sun, its vibrant glow started to dim under the enveloping glitter of the early morning fog and the rise of the stars and galaxies directly above it. Continue Reading…

I don’t wanna think about it. Of what am I doing here…

My reason for being here, and what brought me here. Despite endless hurdles, I took whatever this extraterrestrial journey had to offer. I didn’t know why, I didn’t know how. Backtrack as I wanted to, I am already here, contemplating these quandary of sorts.

My mind is in its agonizing predicament to free itself from this comforting numbness, this deafening silence of empty space, brought about by such self-inflicted scientific but masochistic qualms.

I don’t wanna feel the guilt. Of remembering what became of me…. Continue Reading…