am I perfectly imperfect. I hope that the love that I have will be enough to reach you through the decay. I am no saint, yet I am not a sinner either. I came into existence for a brief moment and lived the only way I knew how. I wish that my voice could be heard one last time. Let it echo through each step you take forward, for I could not go on as my body crumbled to dust. Let my ashes breathe new life of flower and fauna, let my warmth be what is remembered the most. I know the wrongs that I carry. I know sorry will never be enough. Just remember this one last thing; I love you.