Chatterbox: In This Month's Issue

A young girl types, not very well. Her dirty blonde hair rests, in a slight mess, over her skinny shoulders. A happy, yet mysterious look appears in her ice blue eyes and she stops typing. In this world she has been living in a tower above the clouds. In this dream she has been whatever she wanted to be. "What should I write?" she wonders. "Are there any words to describe this?" Yes, there were. The girl began typing again, her thoughts racing faster than her hands. "Love. Creativity. Joy. Acceptance. Friends." she pauses. There are many more feelings she has for this p;ace, treasured deep in her heart. Yet these feelings have no words. She hopes everyone will feel them though, reading her simple, even at times dull words. And the little girl submits her post about the Chatterbox.