How did this town get so old. The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold. Always caught in between. The capital and the 'other' country. Always caught in between. The river and the valley. You can still see the bullet holes. You can still sense a little hope. Crushed dreams and the martyrs too. Silent-ghostly-still so confused. Look up to the skies. Avoid the casual litter. Running from the pitiful. Nihilism. Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking. Look up to the skies. Avoid the casual litter. Running from the pitiful. Nihilism. Cheapness surrounds me but I'm not looking