The Bittersweet Nostalgia of Old Video Games

By Saywisely

1 min read Sep 12, 2024
The pixel sun still brightly gleams,
On blocky hills and 8-bit streams.
The hero waits, forever bold,
A story that has not grown old.

But my hands are slow, the magic's strange,
It is the player who has changed.
And in this world of endless youth,
I feel the bittersweetness of truth.

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