There is a thin line between dreams and reality. Dreams are after all wishes that our hearts desires. Whenever I am alone I think. I enjoy these moments of solitude because they allow me to analyze my life. There are moments though when the solitude tortures me because the pain is too much. I really enjoyed your poem. What you speak of is very true. What is fact and what is fiction? How can you tell the difference? There are times when I feel that I am daydreaming. I like to escape into my dreams because they are an escape from reality but sometimes reality haunts me even in my dreams. Great poem.