Cyclone of life

I'm bored. I'm sleepy. I'm a figure that walked without a soul. I am a part of nothing.
(feelings quoted by me during the psychology class)

I only experienced this type of feeling once during my working periods, when my goal of life was just mere work, sleep and taking wages. Days seems like nothing and meaningless, and each passing day does not differ of each other.

During those dark three months, everyday was just same, repetitive, except the only change was the number in the calendar.

Sorry to spoil your mood, I experienced this typical feeling during the summer semester.

Everyday, I woke up, eat, and what to do? sleep again, until I passed another day......

I had wondered is there anything to do. All of sudden, there is no sorrow, no hope , no ambition and no worries...

All of sudden, my life was a dark void.

AI had to admit that I almost choked in my spring semester when the life was more than hectic and sorrow was more than just a bundle.

But i know at least I had a goal when i woke up
-Rushing for research paper
-studying for quiz
-calculus

At least there was something to keep me in mind. Though it was busy, I felt that I at least lived my life to the fullest.

Life was suffocating
Like a cyclone that beats me relentlessly
And unimaginable bruises inflected over me

Accidentally
I stepped into the core of cyclone
Suddenly, there was no more cyclone
No more noise, no more bruises
A unknown nothingness in front of me

There is no light and no darkness
Just an endless of peacefulness
Suddenly, everything I cared, I hoped, I worried
Was so insignificant
Everything is so unimportant, even breathing
Air from nostril seems does not matter anymore

I braced myself once again
To step out the cyclone of life I once feared
Though I know I will once again full of injury and pain
But
At least I know I was still able to breath
To be myself once again