Cut clean, my only honest offering. The world constructed is known to me only through pieces and fragments assembled, these perceptions arranged for internal sense only. The things outside I understand on terms that allow me to work within them, lacking the level extended to convey clearly to others. From within with familiarity, an innate allowance to find filter words until they are alone correct arranged. And so I slice forth to letters portions shaken loose, these wrapped and coerced free from holding by my daily interactions. Giving with false words and sentiment intentions would be deceptive against my goals, instead I offer reactions and reflections.