All 8 Bits Glued Together

I lust after that pixel annihilation,
To separate myself into color blocks,
Constituent parts related but not whole,
Incapable of meaning.
When I was younger, I would drink myself stupid
And reverse the world’s laws,
Hit pause on entire days
And live impossible lives, disassembled.
Realities bled together,
Essence and format confused,
And now, I chase those days like a Mushroom Kingdom bride,
Always in another castle,
All 8 bits glued together.