Dreams Dealt

alright. im up for it now. and i will finish this post. not like any other days that ive tried, typing a few lines and the whole idea just vanished, the interest loses its time.no, not tonight. tonight, i'll cry my heart out.

what gave me the 'push', was mae's post on how she felt lost and eveything.

ive been feeling it. for quite some time now.

ive been laughing, but not from the heart. ive been dancing, maybe wrote a poem or two and sometimes just daydreaming like ive always loved it, but it all seemed to me, like it was created. like its fake, and had no meaning in it. i was a creative dreamer, i create stories, through words i make them alive, but now, im like a dreamer, so far away lost in an unknown dimension, dreams made are now only to be broken, and miss dreamer as i am, could not dream anymore, not now, and it feels like never.


dancing, what i love doing the most, as im performing and dancing in any occasion, the rush is not there anymore, maybe half well maybe full, but like its just being said, it never did came from the heart. and at some point or two, you might find me, sucked into a dark hole, to others sight i'll look like, lost, blur, mistakes in my steps, and going over styling the moves.
damn it i just want to feel IT again. but it never came back. whatever will i make, building it stronger, it aint coming any nearer, not an inch.

i cant laugh, maybe i do outside, but my heart does not jump when i do, you know like your heart goes ticklish and a sudden rush floods your body, youre suddenly in hip mood, gleaming, glowing.

im like a robot, unable to feel, only knows how to do, react, and live. autopilot.

i remembered it was since that day, in petronas's dance studio, where i had the phone call from my mother, when i knew of a bad news from her. my grandfather passed away, the impact he left on my family, the impact he left towards me. for the first time in my life, that i'd never faced neither had such feelings before or known of it at all, it came slowly and clearly i named it, The Numb feeling.

since that day on, my words no more calms me when i write of something, my dancing never satisfied me anymore, the feeling 'relief' has left its place in my heart, leaving a dark patch on it, dirty and a mess.

i recently thought it was because of granddaddy who left such feeling for me, that because of that day, a dreamer's heart was murdered. but when i read my friend's blog just a moment ago, i had a second thought. maybe it is a part of life, maybe everyone goes thru it. this lost feeling. but to what extent will it go. will it ever end? will i ever feel it again?

it is no wonder now that i didnt cry at the end of DTB2, i remember i cried horribly after the first DTB finale, but not the 2nd remake.. and watching love stories or tragic ones, i just stare at the well presented screen in front of me and never thought of crying and if i was watching movies with someone else, i had to fake a cry so they wont think i was not myself or hhaving them to question things like"Siti youre not crying?! how odd!" and stuff like that. i just couldnt face it.

because if i were to be reminded that i am lost while im on autopilot, 'this autopilot' thing will go haywire, and i will feel that numb feeling again, and when i do feel it, takes a whole load of brand new effort all over again to forget about it, and run this life the way it should be would be very challenging.

i have no idea when this heart will bloom to its end, reach for its core and grow rapidly out from me. when could i really feel. for time will take its pace and slow for now, i would say.

thus im still left, as lost as i were