I Am Buraot

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…

On top of this magnificent hill I whimper.

I was lying on my back, on top of the cool green mass of freshly cut grass. Parallel to my view was the city I have begun to love. So laid-back and quite friendlier than the city of angels, the one I used to call my second home.

Its lights were beginning to fade under the shade of the midnight sun, its vibrant glow started to dim under the enveloping glitter of the early morning fog and the rise of the stars and galaxies directly above it. 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…