Ana-log No. 6 (January, February and March)

                                 
                                                                                         Photo credit: Myleene Besoke

I am by no means perfect. I slip over my intertwined words, I make mistakes, I am a little blunt and more than a little broken. But I do take great pride in the way I care about the feelings of others. I take pride in the fragility of my existence. I would rather die than see someone in pain because of my words’ doing.