She was built, shorter than the other buildings, but stands just as tall. She was designed to be thinner, as it would just fit. Her long winding curves, stretching lusciously into the great blue sky. Sabatino, or what I like to, call her: Kelsey. Her smile a grin of reflective bright sunlight. This was how she was modeled, crafted with the finest: Marble, Steel, Wood, and Stone. As if Michelangelo or Da Vinci, came back to chisel this monument to beauty. Not because they can, because they must. I may walk past this building everyday, on my way to work, coffee, school. But one day, I will christen the lips of her sounding entrance. That day I will be as tall as her. A titan of concrete, of steel. A titan that controls my imagination, time, and heart.