I Am Buraot

It was too late to head back. Curiosity, excitement, whatever it is, I knew I had to see it. I hesitantly took it on my hands that for some reason were starting to tremble with anxiety….  I flipped through its seemingly fresh seams of paper.

While my eyes were scanning the wholeness of its recently published pages, I realized that my heart was slowly bleeding itself to death. The words that I was reading were directly piercing and slashing themselves through me.

Sharp enough to pass straight through my eyes and directly chipped away my heart into tiny bits of pieces. Continue Reading…

I thought my I was done. My soul searching, my search for answers. I thought I was good enough. My experiences, my life skills. I thought I was wise enough. Been there, done that.

As always, I was wrong….

Years ago, I thought I have seen my soul. But now, poking through my own life, gazing through my very limited self, what I thought was my soul, to which I had seen countless times, was actually not the one I was hoping to see.

It was just the very shadow of  it. It was just a review of what I had become, and certainly not a glimpse of what would become of me. A shadow of my own self. Continue Reading…

The moon was one of my favorite heavenly bodies. Every night driving to work, every chance I get, I wouldn’t miss taking a glimpse of her. She is one of my prime energy sources. Looking at her from a distance makes me feel confident and full.

Every single time….

The night owl, the night creature, the inner vampire in me just had this thing with the moon. This special bond will always be there. A pint of blood and I guess I’ll be a full-blooded vampire or perhaps a werewolf. I might even be a hybrid.

Too bad I missed that night’s event, when the earth’s gloom overshadowed that of the sunlight’s reflection off the surface of the moon. That was another total eclipse. It should have given me with so much energy that I don’t have to scour the earth endlessly for a month. Continue Reading…

I came from the realms of the undead.

I am still conscious of my being, but just can’t seem to move, say anything nor do anything. I haven’t seen the brightness of day for quite sometime.

Personally displacing myself from the sunny south, I had come to a chilly state, a welcoming and albeit a refreshing change of environment.

But roaming the new city every night, night after night, took whatever strength I had left in my decaying corpse.

Each morning, just when I’m about to glimpse the very first ray of the mighty sun, I could feel my very own weakness. Such a pathetic vulnerability. It was my personal cue to head back to my conveniently unmarked desolate crypt in the northwest. Continue Reading…

The past year was my most challenging one so far. I was driving through life, beneath the figurative dark clouds and storms and all that. Stubborn as I was, and having no choice at all, I kept on driving.

I just kept on driving….

I was driving to work when I started learning new tongues. I then realized there is more than just the language that I needed to learn. I had to meet the people, the culture.

Now I yearn to go to distant lands and travel. Armed with my very limited foreign vocabulary, I plan on learning them firsthand. Continue Reading…