Wesley Eisold Quotes

i am stuck on "never enough" and the corner of "never again

I feel there is love and confidence in me somewhere and I want to find it. So far, music is the only medium that's allowed me to flirt with a sense of self-worth, with joy and comfort.

my parents fell in love and all i got was life

Love's lungs are blowing teargas at me

when your "golden days" are "that was just a phase...

When she asks, I have to say that Yes, I do like my lifestyle. I couldn't bare to devote any more thought to the question.

I've felt love from certain songs that I've wanted to experience from other people - where I know that love may never happen - and I want to give that to someone else.

A three-legged dog
successfully crosses the road
to a new location
where there is greener grass
to piss on

I love music, but more for the context within the music than a certain sound.

Sorry to inform you...but as a fellow failed miner, the problem is there's nowhere left to dig.
We're real poets man.
And whatever. But it's the digging, it's the holes! Its these burrows to half nestle in just to pass the time, to chafe the inner thigh of boredom and that level of power-demanding pain is only in existence because you really, really know that there isn't anything else.
The holes.
And me missing a shovel, that has created the voids, the tears, the fucks, the sucks, the shame, the stares, the songs, the words, and in admittedly, even more holes. Not having one of my shovels has somehow overcompensated the digs in which I've dug.
The holes.
The holes are why you smoke aware of cancer, a disease to take over years of boring lives, and give us a bone to gnaw on, overcome, defeat, lick-dry, or die.
The holes are why you drink with your last dollars, when you know you're going to throw it up tonight anyway.
The holes are why you think you're in love, and that's a hole that you might not climb back from.
The holes, the holes the holes, making you question everything standing at a bus stop...smelling like cigarettes and perfume...signing up for classes you wont go to... hand covered in club stamps... face covered in guilt... Maybe go to a protest and just stand there...Or lay in bed when there's no way you can sleep...

I don't want to interact with people but I do get lonely.

I don't know why people would be interested in what I do. Maybe they feel how I feel. Maybe it's because we're all missing something, and I just happen to wear that on my sleeve.

I don't know why I've spent over half of
My life talking about dying

My feet aren't seeds so I see no reason to plant them.

I like walking around and listening to music. When my steps coincide with a beat, in my head I feel in unison with the world that I'm living in.

There is a boy who can walk and talk at the same time and still not get anywhere.

You can't expect drive and compassion from everyone who enters your life, but you have to demand it of the people you are creating with.

There's too many songs and nothing to dance to
The future is putrid, I'm useless without you