oak grove

everytime I come back from oak grove
I feel extra emptier..
when I see those old ladies singing song of "I wish I could be home" and weavering something that doesn't seem logical..
I feel uncomfortable
yet, I know I can't do anything about it
well.,
there's something I can do, which is to stay right next to them every tuesday for an hour and a half.
I stay for opening up my ears. Either to hear them whine, or to hear just a regular prayer as she's a noble catholic..
They are all cute people. They satisfy when they see candies. They share stories when silent is been going on for at least 10 minutes.
She says I love y'all whenever she just saw people the first time.

"I went home for christmas.
I had a good time..."

that was just some words she keeps repeating on and on. Yet we all know that might be the only time she've gone home within a year.

To us, as an teenager, we don't like oak grove is simply because this place is inanimate..
yet we still pity those old people for staying at this place and wasting their, perhaps,
the last few years of lifetime.