marriage is restful.
comfortable.
sleep.
i sit on the balcony
a few stories up
below this frozen moon.
i sip on cigarrettes,
and watch the world of ants below,
as they chase thier cabs,
trains,
busses,
doorways,
eachother.
i watch them struggle.
kill the flame,
stamp out the smoke.
back to bed.
sleep.
i dream of the struggle,
i would miss it
but i know
i will be
back in it
soon enough.