I Am Buraot

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…

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…