I took the love of my life out for a nice vacation for her birthday. It wasn’t until we made it to DC however, that she remembered her birthday is also the anniversary of Roe V. Wade. As such, we were met by an onslaught of protesters filling the National Mall. Thankfully, they were mostly […]
In life we have certain experiences that change who we are, our being, our inner selves, that sculpt who we ultimately become before we take our last breaths on this planet and venture past the unknown threshold of death. And they’re not just major experiences in life. They can be the smallest of things which build our character, break us down, make us hate, make us love.
Love: there’s a affliction for which there seems no escape. No matter our youth or age it will find us in the strangest and most un-looked for of ways. The most recent era of my life has mostly been free of it. I searched not for it in hopes that I could elude those dreaded times that when falling asleep, and waking, my thoughts were consumed with another human being, longing for them, wanting to be holding them in those moments, wishing beyond all hope I didn’t feel like that because I was too frightened to speak of my feelings, my needs, and my hopes.
It has, again, found me. And while I’ve tried my best to sneak away from any thought or moment in which it would reveal its face to me, it has found a way to do so in the guise of someone I wished it not, someone who is very dear to me. Unfortunately, love does not care for your opinions to whom it entraps you to. It simply exists, and you must accept that you succumb to its power – for it is the most powerful force I have ever known, and to think I can be stronger is a waste.
So, here I am – an unfortunate soul to which love has revealed its face, again, in a person I wish not to lose. However, love has a way of ruining things for me. Because with love breathes jealousy, and with jealousy comes hate, and with hate comes destruction, and with destruction comes death. In turn, love breeds death. Love and loss are so intertwined that one can simply not exist without the other. And it is this knowledge that rips my heart out knowing that if I act on this love, choose to move forward with this feeling, it will ultimately be my downfall again – whether it be immediate rejection, a building of a relationship only to fail, or death itself. Something will end this feeling, and loss is inevitable. The death of something so beautiful in my heart is already written, and cannot be undone.
I will go no further. Lennon once spoke of love being all that you need. Unfortunately, in today’s world, this is not the case. Things other than love I have not to offer, and that makes love a more difficult task, as it already is with doomed outcome. So I pause, in hopes that it will eventually diminish in the absence of with whom my heart now lies. Treat it like a death, without it having lived out its natural course. A tragic moment that never had a chance to blossom to fully live, only after such beautiful seeds had been planted in just a few short years. An enduring Winter. A Springtime that will never come.
(OIL CITY, PA) – With the worldwide release of Matt Croyle’s first feature film, his production company, One Fish Films, has released the shooting script version of the original screenplay for the film. People are now able to download and read the screenplay for free.
The screenplay is located here: PotentialInertia-ShootingScriptPDF
The film is available worldwide at: http://potentialinertia.vhx.tv and http://www.indiereign.com/videos/potential-inertia
(OIL CITY, PA) – Matt Croyle’s debut feature film is now available worldwide on VHX. The film, which took over two years to complete runs roughly one hour and twenty minutes. The release is a deluxe edition with over an hour of “extras” including behind the scenes footage, an interview, and a guest lecture by Croyle at his alma mater, Clarion university.
The film is available to purchase digitally for $14.99, and rent for $5.99 at: http://potentialinertia.vhx.tv
There’s a new story going around. It seems that Sergeant William Bolt, an active duty member of the Army, decided to visit his wife and newborn daughter at their apartment in college. After staying for a week, the landlord then said he had to go, and if he stayed any longer, he would have to […]