You never care much for it until it's gone

It's a truth carried on

Because we don't really care to focus on much

And people complain about how life passes on too fast

When we just look too fast

When look at a small drop of rain on a leaf

Time seems to slow

You want to have life not pass you by

Look at the way you write the word Hello.

Write it twice

And you'll find it to be similiar

As you've built up the design over the years

Look closer and there's a clear difference

You'll find that you have your own different unnamed fonts

We don't revel in the moment

We expierence it

But never pay close attention

To the warmth of skin

Or coolness of a window

We can think of thousands of words to describe something

But never truly revel in the feeling too focused to put a name on it

Not everything needs a name

It just needs a moment

You proabably just found some lemons sitting there on the street, rotting away with time. I wouldn't recommend making lemonade with them, not because they're rotting, but because they probably wouldn't be bitter enough for you as you hate sweet things. I say this because you're walking down a street that just has rotting lemons around. Where the heck are you? Who left those lemons there? Both are questions you don't ask. Because in reality there's one simple fact in this situation.

Free lemons, score!

Sleep has never been my friend

It was always just something I did

But as the concept of tired

Was drilled into my head

I realized how much I missed something so simple

Odd, isn't it?

Odd in that 'hug from a relative' kind of way

You never fully realize

How much importance it has

Until it's not possible anymore

And you're left to ponder

Why you miss it so much

Like you miss your dog after a long day

You know it's there

But you can't just quite get to it yet

And I know for a fact

That people don't like things to be out of their reach

We think like a teenager's parents

And assume that we have right to know it all

But the universe rebels

Limiting our knowledge to the simple

And why wouldn't we want the simple?

Simple means easy

It means living in bliss because maybe the universe is good

Maybe we need to trust the universe

Just as we need to trust that teenager

Who seems like a good kid

Maybe we don't need to know the whole story

To understand ourselves

We just need to understand the little things

Not cells under a microscope

But the little things people do

Like write down I love yous

And goodbyes

Or the patterns on your hand

Down to the half second blink

That can change you

Like a butterfly's wings

We don't think about it

Until we realize what it could mean for us

I'm not saying we can't figure out how it all works

But we need to ask why sometimes

Why are we here?

Why do I think like I do?

Why do I miss closing my eyes

And letting my imagination

Run wild?

I guess

I'm just tired

Tired of questioning

How it's possible that I can't sleep

I'm an insomniactic philosopher, I know

A true lover of wisdom

Knowledgeable in all things

That I don't know

Questioning the questions

But I don't want answers right now

Like a drug addict

Realizing the problem

I want to go to the rehab for insomniacs

To stop taking the drug that is keeping me awake

I want to forget the universe

And leave it behind

So I can make a treaty with sleep

To stop this damn war inside my head

But like society

Thus far in history

Wars happened with greed

And my mind is greedy with ideas

Like the CEO of a corporation

Insomia hires thoughts

To keep me from breaking the routine

I'm bound so terribly

To this routine

That I've given up trying to fight it

Doesn't change the fact that I miss sleep

In the way I miss the toys I used to play with as a kid

Like the my favorite Barbie doll

I lost it to time

Now I'm left wondering

How fast the time went

Four in the morning

Two hours is all I have left

And I guess I'm going to have to force sleep to love me

Because if I don't

Then who will?

Penny for your thoughts?

As if they were really worth that much

If I had a choice

They'd be worth millions

I may be broke

But I can still make a trade

A penny for each thought you speak

I'm willing to pay millions

To hear your billions

And I know it will never be enough

But I'd rather be in debt to you

Than to have you stop

Yes, I got the invitation. We are the only two to ever see the inside of this place. The Orion family has always hidden from society. A mystery to all. Even the invitation is weird and unsettling. 

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You're Invited

Al and Bryan 

A party to die for

You don't want to miss it

Come tonight for something you will never forget

The Orion Family 

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In about an hour, we are about to solve this mystery. Both of us put of fancy clothing and prepare. Yes, we have weapons. Now, we are heading next door. It is blocked off by steel gates and everything inside is dead. All along the path, are bones. Animal or human is a mystery to us. Inside was interesting. Hunting trophies everywhere. A red substance was everywhere. And the family was no where in sight. We wait fifteen minutes and they show.

"Sorry we're late. We were trying to do something for tonight to create a better evening. I had to go to the bathroom and I left Bryan with them. It was mistake. He was gone, so were they. Only a note was left and Bryan's gun.

Glad we took the weak one. He was passed out in a second. Don't worry we did not hurt him too bad. Only a little. If you ever want to see your precious boyfriend again (still living) you have to find him. Go outside and search the grounds for something that does not fit. Oh and be careful of our wolves. We do not need them to get hurt. 

I have a massive fear of guns ever since a terrible incident. Bryan saved my life. He took me out of a dark time for me. He rescued me and showed me a better life. I owe him this. He is all I have. I walk out the door. My heart is racing. I call the police and they are delayed. In the corner, I notice a pink statue. Definitely out of place. A button. I press it. A staircase shows. I go down. He is there hung above a pool of boiling water that is now a pale red. He spots me and tells me to go no further. I pull out his gun and shoot. . . .

*Bryan's Point of View

Oh my lord. He found me. Please do not go any further. Please. Oh god. He is pulling out a gun. He is shaking so bad. Shot after shot and the whole family is dead. I turn away for a second and hear a thud. Al is out of my sight. I quickly get loose of my chains and swing. I hop in the water which is burning my skin and swim. Outside of the boiling water was ice. Strange, but I jump into it to cool off myself. Now, where is Al. At the bottom of the steps. The police arrive and arrest us both. Even though Al is clearly injured. I carry him out to the police car and we are taken to a holding cell. Once there, he wakes back up. He is covered in bruises and shaking. He is mumbling something.

A g . . . g . . . gun. 

Something is wrong. He is in shock. The police are not doing anything. He is going to die. He needs help. Someone please. I knew it. Ever since that incident he was too scared to pick up a gun. I should of never brought one tonight. I should of never bought one. His shaking is getting worse. I lay him down on the blanket on the floor and hug him. I can do nothing. He his slowly dying and I have to lay here and watch. I keep on begging that he needs help. The police still ignore. I just cry. He is shaking so bad he is hitting his head on the floor. I pick up and lay his head on my shoulder. It got so bad the police had to do something. They got him medical attention. And we were aloud to go back home. Al cannot walk and still is shaking. Hopefully it goes away soon. 

I know it seems hard

I know it seems endless

Stuck with no defendants

Screaming and crying

Never being enough

Not when they're all telling you

To shut the fuck up

Stuck in a room

Watching the empty ceiling

Your thoughts painting the blank canvas

Contemplating the worst

Becoming careless

So what if you're gone?

If you do nothing

It will be an endless battle

Of an ongoing war

Seems like pulling the switch to yourself

Will stop you being poor

Your dreams long ago shredded

Like the paper thin line of your emotions

Always starting explosions

Always being told that you're over dramatic

As if it were easy to control

The very thought you remember

Made by the very chemicals

You were told should be balanced

But instead fell off the tight rope

In between stability and insanity

Your tears breaking the fall

Confusion making the boat

Thoughts being the shore

And suddenly you're like them

Caught being stranded

No one to tell you that you are more than the best

Like a god you shape things

Creating the barren wasteland

Into a sea of exploration

And trust me

I know it may seem dark

But even in the night

There's is a shred a light

Like a diamond

Reflecting

You shine to the world your fight

I know the pain seems endless

I know pushing on seems impossible

But you are stronger than what you believe

There will come a time

Where you can sit

And be relieved

But today is not that day

There's so much you have yet to achieve

So unlock it

Turn that dagger into a key

And pick at the lock

It's only a matter of time

Until your counting the seconds

So they don't stop