Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 23:56:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Winton Subject: Erik's song 14 Loosing count.... Hmm who knows anymore? I smiled, at the comment my dad had just made. I felt like Jay was at home, like I was at home. I could feel a cheesy grin creep upon my face when my dad's partner CJ came. "Could you be anymore lame?" He asked me, as he smirked and went into the room with my dad, with me close behind. "Ok, so that's settled. We will be contacting you in the morning, and alert you of further progress of Jay." The nurse said as she smiled and left the room. All I could do was smile at my dad...until I realized the situation of it all. I looked at Jay, and I could feel the tears rush to my eyes. "Let's give them a minute before we have to leave" CJ said to my dad, as he grabbed his hand and walked out the door. "Jay, come on babe, you have to wake up. We have to talk about our future. About our kids, and our house...I was thinking white and blue, you know...the traditional kind of house people buy." I said this to him and myself with a slight giggle in my voice. "Plus, we can kiss in front of the house every morning to get the rich white people angry...just like you dreamed of doing." I said, with a smirk. "Erik, It's time to leave." CJ said. "By Jay...I love you" I said as I gave him a kiss on the forehead. LET ME OUT OF HERE! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME! Wait...what was that...was that a kiss? ERIK! ERIK! Babe was that you? OH MY GOD. SOMEONE HEAR ME! Jay, calm down...you'll be fine...just calm down. I was sitting in the backseat of my dad's car on the car drive home from the hospital...drifting to sleep. When I awoke with a sudden jolt "Did you guys just hear that?" I asked my dad and CJ. "Here what son?" My dad asked... "I thought...I thought I heard Jay.screaming," I said in a paniced voice. "No son, we didn't hear anything...maybe you were just having a bad dream." My dad Said. "Yea...maybe." I said, as I put my head back...but never going back to sleep. DAMNIT! I wanna get out. It was like I was trapped in my own mind, it was so black...and all there was is me, and my voice, sounds, and sometimes music. What the fuck is going on here? I sat down...and just cried...I want out...I want to leave...someone please, just let me out...please. I could feel tears, but felt none. All of a sudden...there was that music again, but this time it was different.this time there was a pencil and some paper infront of me. OK now, this is just getting weird. When we arrived home, I went straight to my room, and lay on my bed...and cried. Cried for Jay, for his situation, for his family...and everything he didn't have...but I also cried for him not knowing everyday that...I love him. I picked up the pencil and I started to write. You were the one, the one that was there...in my dreams, you answered my prayer. You believed in me did everything you could to make me succeed. Your words, when u speak, are like an angel breathing on my cheek. Where did those come from? Am I going insane? ...The next thing I knew...there was a title to the song...I glanced at it... It read...Erik's Song Did you like it? Hmm...I thought it was ok.but I'm my own worse critic so yea. Feedback: Spokenword87@yahoo.com And I'd love to hear from you if u have AIM my screen name is: Joeboxer1687