“This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.” said the Joker.

What a beautiful way to describe the irredeemable passage of time.
Yes, Death kindly awaits for us.

From Carpe dime, Tempos fugit, Vanitas to Yolo; humanity is entirely defined by its own death; and will continue to be so for ever and ever, amen.

Noun
I [noun|ˈī ]: Someone aware of possessing a personal individuality.
Compare – Me, mine, my, we.

Ex. I am

Pronoun
I [First person singular pronoun|ˈī]: The one who’s writing or speaking: Self.

Ex. I don’t know

So when I say « I don’t know who I am »
Even the I’s in the phrase differ from each another.

You.

Greats and geniuses are not angels among men,
but men among angels.

While, them – firmly grounded to the floor
We – an ephemeral, peripheral bunch–

Our dreams of grandeur, like us, drift in the air, aloof.
But they, they do not dream, they are, they do.

There is this rare noun in spanish – Conticinio,
defined as ‘the time of night when silence reigns’

When one will find the ink-stained poet
the smoking ******

Drenched in amber streetlight
and moonlight blue

With their gaze significantly perched upon some horizon

they better go to bed before they think of f*cking the mirror

Everything’s most beautiful at night,
that’s why it needs be darkened by a cloak

All beauty is to be obscured
from our undeserving eyes

As not to stain its grandeur
by thinking it sublime