I am guilty of the original sin. I am ill with unforgiveness. And not because the holy water may have failed to quench my raging flame-poisoned soul. Not because I am human. Not because my eyes dwell in darkness. No.
It is instead because the forbidden fruit has been my life-giving oasis. Because I have understood that knowing is by no means a sin. Only when you stumble upon yourself wishing as your sole purpose to melt into an only existence, does the Sacred stir. Only then do the forces of the Beginning become troubled. Because you wish for their order to be disturbed.
Only then do you end up stigmatised, the warm sign deeply imprinted within you, pulsating with life with every waking moment, vibrating between your ribs. Lest you forget your sin...
So be it. Then, forgiveness I ask, eyes alive...