Fragmentation

December, already.  My day off swirled down and fell apart.  The sunset is a Maxfield Parrish gift that I feel like I am touching with dirty hands.  I waste too much.  December, already.  All that time.  The year burning down.  I really never thought, at this point last year, that I would be like this, now.  Cheers to, Not Knowing.  Used to love this month.  I don't even know why I'm typing this.  Automation.  I'm a wind-up doll, walking through the minutes.  December, already.