i'm being plagued by this feeling of extreme hopelessness as i sit here while i reflect from the trip to the nursing home i went to as part of my community service activity.

there's this feeling in my gut that doesn't go away. pain. the aching that i feel deep in my heart each time i recall their old and wrinkly faces staring at me. though i don't show it much.

i wish i could let it out. the need to shed those tears that i force not to surface. why? the questions keep asking. why are they there? where are their children? these questions keep edging me.

i'm angry that some people have the heart to stand around, keep checking their watches waiting impatiently for it to end. like it's such a torture. do they spare a thought for the old folks who lay hapless on their beds as to give them some form of company? even a minute amount of it. i trust they will appreciate it immensely. but it's too much to ask from them i guess.

i terribly wished i could do something for the old folks there. wish i could provide some kind of assistance. felt so helpless. i hope their safe and warm all the time.