The last day of my fav month...

The days are fading away as I am going through them without hearing any mocking voices or perceiving the ice or the love. Waking up and going to bed - what does it matter when black is the only thing to catch? It was last day of November. All of a sudden, the calendar is approaching the end of the year. How come? I am feeling like being soulless or aimless. But what's feeling like? So absentminded and dead. Apparently, this is me in a nutshell. Could it be any better? 

Have you ever think to yourself, what have you done this year?