It is the age of no regrets

There is this slight and fluttery moment in the night when my head buzzes in Spanish and my first written words come in English.

None of the languages I know speak in words that do you justice.

Δικαιόσυνος ο χτύπος. Νεμέτωρ.

I caress it aside.

Irrespective of what a dictionary forgets, it is the age of no regrets.