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…

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…

This year comes as a new dawn, the beginning not just of a new year, but of a new life. But as always, not without the remnants of the baggage past.

This time last year I was in and out of the hospital. Teams of doctors were trying to figure out what is that thing that shall not be named, only to find out that they couldn’t.

Several specialists took their chances, only to realize that even if they want to fail, they wouldn’t have a chance.

My bills have since mounted, rather incredulously. My body had since recuperated, rather unhurriedly. My immune system at its lowest in my thirty-seven years of existence that at times I certainly feel like I was five. You see I was a sickly kid. Being a menopause baby had its kicks. 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…

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…

I was in a coma, a self-induced medical necessity to keep my body frozen. In my file lies a randomly assigned number that identifies my face. I was somehow trapped here. At least for a while… I hope.

My fingers are crossed…

Help is nowhere in sight. The chance of staying frozen in this cryptic chamber forever is relatively high. Its probability, almost certain.

I dare not call my kindred. For I already banished them, banished myself away from them. Countless times they have asked me to come back to the fold. The ancient one kept begging me to let go of my travesty, say goodbye to my never ending journey. Continue Reading…