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.
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.