I Am Buraot

I awoke with the sounds of it.

The door was being rattled, and the knob was shaking violently. The panes are getting hammered it seems by swooshing cloaked hands.

I looked around to see where I was. From the window I could see the giant tree across my window swaying hard on its sides, like some unseen forces at play are pushing and pulling it apart, working to put its majestic charm on its knees.

The street lights are dancing in the middle of the road, suspended by a small chain of loose wires, all red lights flashing as if to warn me of an impending emergency. A few cars managed to stay away from flying debris. Continue Reading…

I was a kid when I saw on TV this woman dressed in yellow, wondering why lots of people are hovering all round her. Endless confetti kept pouring like rain from the cloudless skies.

Millions of people swarming all over the streets, flashing their smiles and their hands with the “L” signs. Their loud chants echoing from the main roads through the small street where I once lived, “Cory, Cory, Cory…”

I maybe young back then but I was not oblivious. She was my very own symbol of hope… of change… and of better things to come. Continue Reading…

It was a desolate wasteland, a mix of hot sand and ragged dirt. There was no air except for the few occasional breezes that blow like hotter than summer.

From the broken cracks on the ground, you can see the scorching air rising up above it like debris trying to flee a burning magma. Even the smallest of flora have died from years of neglect from the heavens.

A lone camel came idling by. He is a dromedary, all the way from some mystic Arab lands. It had traveled the Great Plains, climbed past the edges of the everglades, and crossed the empty deserts. Continue Reading…

I have traveled the Great Plains…

With endless corn fields and cascading hills of greens. I saw the crops sway back and forth with the invisible afternoon breeze. I could see more cows than people. But the people are friendlier and very eager to see another soul.

The skies are always clear, free of polluted haze and glares of some big intimidating city. It was all peace and quiet here, but as serene and tranquil as the place can be, this is just not for me.

I have come across the deserts… With endless stacks of sands and hot cracks of molten rocks. Miles and miles I have yet to see humans, just critters and crawling lizards. The land was so arid and dry it never knew water existed. Continue Reading…

During the entire course of my life I have faced the most formidable things there can be: choices. I have had to face it, not once, not twice, but so many times I could hardly remember.

Why do we have to choose? Why do we have to ponder deeply, and waste so much time, effort and precious energy to such a lamentable task?

Why can’t we just be the fabled Filipino slacker and wait for the apple to fall off a tree and straight into our mouth? Why can’t we let things go on its natural course and wait? Continue Reading…

I have a dream. I dreamed of lilies and wildflowers that have begun to spring on the dry desert sands of the gloomy northwest.

The immaculate smell of freshness fills the waterless air that roamed the land for centuries, reinvigorating it with new flavor and crispness like raindrops till the arid wasteland.

I could hear the whispers of the wind as it changes its vibrant colors each and every time it turns. Like an endless array of colorful pageantry, it seems it was trying to shake things up slowly but quite beautifully. Like a high-tech display of natural beauty, it was flaunting its way into the dullness of the scorching hot desert. Continue Reading…

I tried to rearrange things. My fragmented thoughts, unsettled mind, unbalanced life. I still am trying to pick up the pieces. Shattered dreams, hopelessness, and the battle with pessimism.

Honestly, I do not know where to start…

Life itself is overrated. Hyped up and glorified like a wonder drug you often see on commercials. Death on the other hand is way way low. Like talking about it makes one feel such a loser, not worthy of what life has to offer.

The existing norm was to strive, pick up the pace, be more competitive, and get ahead of the pack. That was to be expected. Evolve or die. Continue Reading…