The days get warmer each day and yet they bring a similar challenge as that of the freezing winter air. Not with the feeling of getting a cool breeze but mainly on immobilizing me in finishing anything (or even starting). My face turns red, my back fills with sweat, and my breathing gets strained.
When will this end?
Thinking that nothing could be worse, the next dawn hits with a great slap. The lands dry up, the breeze trapped down below. Yet here I am, trying to get to the fourth floor as fast as I could to get to my first class on time. With every step I make, the hot embrace of the humid weather clings tighter than I could ignore.
Thought of writing again and maybe this time I can be more consistent. Perhaps a chance to find a new outlet to release the suffocating air of daily life. Care to join me in this journey?
Yakapin 
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