Happy

Maybe I could fall,
Maybe I could fall apart.

The digital beeps vibrate in my ears, the wonderful glow dancing against my eyes. I missed this, so very much.
It's like a game, and I can picture the red, thick coating of my gameboy warm in my hands as my thumbs wait readily upon the A B buttons and the directional pad.

The small, pixellated greenish screen is the universe, and Tetris is the sun.

I miss playing, dancing, writing, feeling the corners of my lips curl into a smile as I realize I'm doing it again.
And I am. I'm doing it again.
Cue the electronic do re mi of the genius Russian who composed the Tetris soundtrack.
Let's play.