the skyline in her eyes, painting the silhouettes of the buildings she has always loved across the room, giving her an unusual feeling, more like.. a memory memories, that she almost forgot it hurts, but she enjoyed it anyway until she looked down and could never look at the same street ever again moments later, a whisper can be heard, from her, quoting her favorite poetry she said, βi never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became oneβ