help needed: he had become the invisible man. it was gradual at first. but then he looked in the mirror and he was gone. everywhere he went he was like a ghost. his voice the rustle of autumn leaves.
lost: childlike wonder and hope. last seen forever ago. i miss you. come home.
for sale: 1 pound enriched pixie wings, 12 grams of ground unicorn horn and an entire closet worth of broken dreams. looking for a step ladder out of perpetual sorrow.