Trapped.

An old couple walking hand in hand, as the wife drags the husband to yet another shop. A lady walking on her own with her mobile phone in one hand and paper bags in the other. A little girl running around happily, her parents watching with intent eyes behind, a genuine smile plastered on each face. I hear laughters. I can almost hear the sound of love itself. She's happy. He's happy. They're all happy. Everyone could tell. But sometimes we tend to forget that. We tend to forget that there's no one specific way to be happy, and we condemn ourselves from the world and what it has got to offer. They say ignorance is bliss, but then again, what is so blissful when all you can feel is pain?