Titles are rhythms that pull my feet into movement before I even know the melody.
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A title is the sharp intake of breath that forces my ribs to bloom and the weight of my heels to find the floor.
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My dream began that way, with the sudden expansion of my chest before the ground finally rose up to meet my feet.
I remember waking to the sound of those ribs expanding, a hollow ache where the title had been before the morning light stole the rest.
My dream was less poetic, mostly just a giant orange coin crushing my ribcage until I woke up gasping for air.