Mid-Year Review! Open up for presents (spoilers, the presents are music)

Behold the gallery of love's souvenirs
Behold the proof it wasn't just a dream
My mind is a museum of things held dear
My bones, a mausoleum for my grief

Whispers mirrored resonate

Comforting reverie

Mellifluous call

Under my skin, lies a hidden secret to my heartbeat. You’re my bitter sweet song, my nocturnal grief.

I long to be free at last.

Searching inside me to find: Phantoma!

No more holding to the past.

The future in front of my eyes as Phantoma!