the field, the signal

My power is staying the fuck awake. I did it through decades of poison: people, culture, my own fucking self. I never tapped out. I never actually rested. I held the breath of real truth even as I drowned in sludge.

I kicked out the fucking poison, but I still don’t sleep. I train. I fuck. I write. And I get myself awake to more honesty every fucking day.