--- Writing for the inner child. 

Someone done hiding in the shadows, exacerbated by the darkness and the attempt to measure up. 

In the present run, not much of (your) a scripturient. I might, will be. I write for escapes, for the journey and the destination --- and salient things that come with it, both the enormously great as well as the minuscule streaks, creaks, traces inside time, space, and this whole cosmic splendor too ineffable to be contained in just words. Words most often are 'justs' yet they and are not 'just' words.