December, please.

the sun still shines bright in the sky;
clouds aren’t strong enough to darken the day;
rain comes late, it doesn’t pour hard enough;
the air is way far from being bone-chilling;
life runs too fast;
body is a train-wreck;
mind is muddy.
December ain’t what it used to be,
and it’s breaking my heart.
This can’t fucking go on.