Shall I too Fall Asleep?

Some people tell me I am dramatic. In moments that mean more than they could comprehend! Bewildered by the dreary sleep those are caught in who tell me this, and who could not catch a star if it was bite sized and floated before them before going out. Similarly, they do not seem to grab moments and feel them at the most vital of times.

Feeling this world and emotion intensely. Where are spirits that conjoin in sorrow, lifting one and the other up? We go alone, because the blindness surrounding. Shouting steadily in the blackness of night, and howling at wanderers, till the reverberations twist and bend, stretch and scratch and screech. Shall I too fall into a long deep sleep. . . .