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wish i got a picture of the sky today… one thing i love and definately miss about southern california, are the timeless sunsets. the intese lighting is almost like that of a stage- coordinated and planned to hit the carefully molded clouds in just the right way. nature, in itself, is art. nature is beauty. nature is simple, and yet so complex at the same time, it is often larger than ourselves, and beyond our reach. nature humbles you. such qualities seem to be beyond human, and that this world is not our own, but that of some higher power, the divine. and yet, at the same time, such a massive amount of beauty reminds us that we are human, and that this is our beautiful world- wether it was created for us, given to us, or even born out of nothingness. all i know is, that when i see the setting sun blaze a fiery red whole in the sky, or the stars pierce the black blanket of night, i feel that all of my problems and worries are so incredibly insignificant, as the infinate power of nature is the permanant, and i am only the temporary. everything- our existence, our reality…in its own time, will pass.

wish i got a picture of the sky today…

one thing i love and definately miss about southern california, are the timeless sunsets. the intese lighting is almost like that of a stage- coordinated and planned to hit the carefully molded clouds in just the right way. nature, in itself, is art. nature is beauty. nature is simple, and yet so complex at the same time, it is often larger than ourselves, and beyond our reach. nature humbles you.

such qualities seem to be beyond human, and that this world is not our own, but that of some higher power, the divine. and yet, at the same time, such a massive amount of beauty reminds us that we are human, and that this is our beautiful world- wether it was created for us, given to us, or even born out of nothingness. all i know is, that when i see the setting sun blaze a fiery red whole in the sky, or the stars pierce the black blanket of night, i feel that all of my problems and worries are so incredibly insignificant, as the infinate power of nature is the permanant, and i am only the temporary.

everything- our existence, our reality…in its own time, will pass.

NOSTALGIA i wish i could file away certain memories or emotions. place them in the drawer, lock it, and throw away the key. i would try on love for the day, slip it over my head like a simple t-shirt, adjust it to my liking, accesorize it, simplfy it, wash it after the tear-stains have dirtied it. i feel remembering is both a blessing and a curse. i never want to forget the beautiful things in life, happy times, and good memories. but its a curse if you let the past haunt you, look back longingly and want nothing more but to control time and instead your forced to move on with it at a pace that is anything but your own. i suppose such bitter-sweet feelings can be better summed up in the wise words of kahlil gribran. “Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” …ooh the beauty and the trials of the human condition.

NOSTALGIA

i wish i could file away certain memories or emotions. place them in the drawer, lock it, and throw away the key. i would try on love for the day, slip it over my head like a simple t-shirt, adjust it to my liking, accesorize it, simplfy it, wash it after the tear-stains have dirtied it.

i feel remembering is both a blessing and a curse. i never want to forget the beautiful things in life, happy times, and good memories. but its a curse if you let the past haunt you, look back longingly and want nothing more but to control time and instead your forced to move on with it at a pace that is anything but your own. i suppose such bitter-sweet feelings can be better summed up in the wise words of kahlil gribran. “Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

…ooh the beauty and the trials of the human condition.

Champagne Supernova

this song is my summer. i can’t hear it unless i close my eyes and allow the memories to flood in when the air was warm, the skies were clear, and someone sitting beside me sang along without a care in the world and love in their heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3C7DECI0jU

How can you do that to someone?

Take a heart and tear it to shreds

Until all that remains

Are heartstrings and threads

…

I once sang for you,

Letting all inhibitions cease,

In hopes of your love

My brain failed to release

Logic and rationale when I fell for your charm

Blinded by love I thought you could do me no harm

…

While I pathetically wait for your return someday

My heart won’t set sail from its anchored bay

I dwell on you and your cruel rejection

Knowing full well you had my heart in possession

I was fooled by your games of love and affection

…

Plucking my heartstrings, they have snapped out of tune

They can no loner play under the light of the moon

While I dream this solo melody were a romantic duet

I know I can never truly allow or let

Myself to forget how a first love feels

And to finally admit, I fell head over heels

<3

written by: Addie Grageda 2009

my story- everyone’s got one

Hello world-

I am Adalyne Grageda.

I am 18 years old.

I am attending the University of San Francisco.

I am an English major, Art History and Philosophy minor.

I am currently unemployed.

I am a Pisces.

I am a vegetarian.

I am in love with the beauty of art and life.

Now who are you?

What if all of our existence was just on the breath of another individual? Or even a dream within a dream?

What if all of our existence was just on the breath of another individual? Or even a dream within a dream?