He can feel it every time he gets
bored.
It wouldn't be difficult.
It would be easy so
easy.
Just have to walk outside.
Anyone could get it for
him, anyone.
It makes the hair on his forearms
shiver
and the hair on the back of
his neck hum with how
easy
it could be.
And then all these
thoughts that are gnawing-hissing-jumping singing-clawing-groaning-begging-dancing-shrieking-raging-whispering-and-screaming-bellowing-roaring
would
funnel
and glide.
And there would be clarity.
Heat and noise and then cool cool cool.
It would be so
easy.