𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚒𝚗, 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

We are born already in debt to time.

The first breath is a loan  

with interest compounded in regrets.  

No apple, no serpent. 

Just the bare fact  

that to be conscious is to be in arrears.  

Every joy is borrowed against the grave.  

Every I love you is a promissory note  

written in ink that fades.  

Salvation isn’t forgiveness.  

It’s the moment you stop checking the balance  

and accept that you will die bankrupt  

of all the things you meant to say.  

-𝕃ℝ 🖤