I am a tweet. A few nimble fingers just sew me together to add to a thread, or, be as an illustrious stand alone. * I am here. But not in a powerful point of essence. Sometimes I make myself out in the impressions of shadows; altered, incomplete, marred or made, depending on the mood. And with the moods, I am constantly emotionally transient. I tell a friend that my feelings switch with dizzying expertise from a thing to another, […]