it gets worse before it gets better

i'm the same as i was when i was six years old,
and oh my god, i feel so damn old.
i don't really feel anything.

on a plane, i can see the tiny lights below,
and oh my god, they look so alone.
do they really feel anything?

oh my god, i've got to move on.
where do you move when what you're moving from is yourself?
– i. brook