Is it running away? Or running to?

Beginning around the age of 8. that dream started with me. Everyone's story is different even in similarities. Isolation can happen with none, a few, or a crowded room. But, it is ALL "living" in our heads. Mine is one of true isolation from the world. So, I decided to dream. To be "free" even in "captivety". I learned to "see" the world even though I can't see the world. Did I still yearn? and hurt? and want? Desparately. But I accepted life and reality. And the dream of eventual change. And that change starts inside, not outside. Pain is part of life, so just live it. I almost chose not to and, except for a strange encounter with a deer, would not be here. I still want to run, just to, and not away. I love HERE. because I am here. I simply ache to bring here to there.