This poem is real in the sense that I do sometimes feel oddly disconnected from everything and everyone around me.
The best part of cold weather is the warm of Spring that follows.
Good and evil are the flip sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other.
This poem is about the possibility of soul mates and what it might be like to never meet your soul mate.
This is a poem about being young and listening to your parents fight in the next room.