Eastcoast Airwave

All the truth in the world is held in stories, you know.

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[zennou]

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[eastcoastairwave]

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Shelter

[eastcoastairwave]

Impact

This story starts with a boy.

He lived in a world that was very different from him. The color of his skin separated him from the world around him. Some accepted him. Most did not. The year is 1982. He was full of ambition and dreams, and yet he felt incomplete. And that made sense. New York City was the kind of place that you could feel a part of yet go to bed absolutely alone. That is, until among the seven million people, you meet the one. One day, before or later, you’ll meet. And you’ll fall in love. As he did.

They were perfect together. And everything fell into place. But fate does not have sympathy. She is cruel. And so I was born. He loved her with all his heart. And she died. What was left was a shell. A promise that nothing beautiful would be taken away ever again. That beauty became my sister and myself. 

It is years past. And I am tired of being a ghost. I want to fix whats been broken. If that means removing all other phantasms until my sister and I are all that remains, so be it. Nothing will satisfy what my father gave up. But that will not mean we give up. I need to show them, that the world is beautiful. That the world keeps spinning, regardless of the heartbreak we all feel.

[noodlls]

[eastcoastairwave]

If I kiss your neck, would you slit my throat?

Moshi Moshi, Brand New

[heyyouhai]

“Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” -The Little Prince

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You are alive.

It starts young. As it always does. Summer days, ice cream cones, swimming pools and trampolines. It’s the first time your heart beats, and you think "Only her.” Alive. Invincible. Loud. Your heart is John Hughes, your mind Peter Gabriel. But you’re young. And shy. “Maybe tomorrow,” your mind says. As it always does.

You’re older. House parties and hot tubs. SATs and walking tours. You’re nervous and scared and excited and alive. Maybe tomorrow may not happen. Courage and fear and a little alcohol. Alone on a stage, just you and her. Spotlights and curtains. A “yes” and a smile.

Your heart is young again. It’s thinking “Only her.” But her heart is different. Fall nights and awkward silences. Facebook messages about history and chemistry. Friendly “good-night”s and “see-you-tomorrow”s.

Fireworks and prom lights. Sunsets and broken hearts. Bonfires and roasted marshmallows. You are steel. Strong but cold. You think “never again.” That’s a lie. You still think “Only her.” Bad timing. Life goes on. You leave. Your friends leave. Youth fades. As it always does.

Four years. Dive bars and sticky apartment floors. Dollar pizza and gatorade. Far from dead. Alive in another way, only for the day. You are invincible again. And then you hug the toilet and sleep in the shower. Friends and lovers. Cheap beer and sad songs. City breezes and flickering lampposts. Life is a blur; fast and beautiful. As it always is.

You’re older. Happy hour and paper work. Nine to five. Futons and take-out. Your mind is sharp, your heart is... 

You see her. She’s on stage, and you’re in the dark. A smile and applause. A hug. A kiss on the cheek. But you’re not young anymore. You are a stone set in a river. Your place is in the crowd and hers under lights. She is beautiful and you are happy. That’s a lie. She is beautiful.

Your heart feels hollow. Or deep. Or heavy. As it always does. You are not sad though. You are not alone in the dark. That is not a lie. Rooftop bars and backyard gardens. Summer days and cold beers. You are smiling and laughing and under a sun and stars and moon. 

You are scared. You are young. You are courageous. That is what your heart says. It tells only truth. As it always does. You know there is only her, and that will never change. Young love and heartbreak will always be there. It defines us. But so do the moments in between. Your heart is brave, and it beats loudly. And when you are ready, it will beat loud again. As it always does. You are alive.

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