Some office buildings are filled with ghosts.
3/4 empty, with tenents who seem to have all but given up on coming to work.
The forest green carpet once was so stately.
You can still feel reverberations of pride that once radiated from the brilliant new start up in suite #311. Echoes of ambition still haunt this space.
The once crystalline light fixtures have developed coffee stains too- the flickering fluorescent tube can barely stay awake.
These empty pastel plaid halls are the grave yards of dreams.
grave yard of dreams
