I Am Buraot

I grew up traveling, never staying in one place too long.

Being with parents whose work leads them from one place to the next, I practically grew up on the streets. And there’s only one way you can survive there.

You have to adapt. You have to learn the art of transforming yourself to different sets of pieces. Each mutating part easily retractable at will.

They say a kid should always have a home whose land he could grow his roots on. A solid ground that would become the foundation to make his bearings firm. And a kid who never had a permanent home or a place he could call one would always end up becoming a traveler all his life. 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…

I’m tired.

Tired of all the games we people play. They bug you and then ask you if you’re okay. Then you give them hugs and kisses to tell them yes, you are okay.

But you know deep inside you’re not but hey, you’re not supposed to tell. Because if you do, it would just be an endless cycle of nothing but foolish games.

At my age I am done with all of it. Continue Reading…

As we walk in the town square hand in hand, I could see my father’s face beaming with joy.

I think I was around four, maybe even less. I was wearing this shirt tailored to look exactly like  his. I could hardly remember the details but it reminded me of pineapples because of its color and its seemingly Hawaiian design.

Wearing identical shirts, I was his mini-me. And all three feet of me was walking as tall as him.

I looked in his eyes and all I saw was pride. 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…