i was taking a stroll down Memory Lane, doing some window shopping, tryin to look for something. i remembered seeing a huge tall sky scraper, lovely to see but it felt almost impossible to touch. it had deep midnight blue glass windows, deflecting the sunlight. it was close to 110 stories high, the tallest buildin in the area. surriunding tis majestic looking structure were wonderfulling shaped hedges tt made the whole image look more like a fantasy then a reality. someting suddenly caught my attention. there was a thin crack on the wall. everyone else around me were also crowding around staring. the crack led all the way to the foundation of the towering architecture. althoughfrom the outside the slit looks thin n almost insignificant, if looked from far way, it would have been removed from my sight. however i knew that the actual depth of the mark is unknown. as i close my eyes i thought to myself silently, such a pity tt something so grand would b gone to waste like tat, since no one noticed enough to mend the poor crack on the overwhelming tower.
slowly, i walked home past the building, thinking about what i've juz seen. mayb its time i moved on. i quickened my pace. it was going to rain soon.