Old Barn

New webs spreading in my past years that remain in the barn. An old barn that witnessed our games of a childhood reflected in a mirrow showing the faces of happiness. Spread webs turned into a nightmare. Not easy to remember the old barn where I used to play. Not easy to remember my old friends jumping on the dry grass kept in the barn. I'm trapped on a web, I can't remember how happy I was. I only remember the old barn and a few friends jumping happily. The old barn is still there, but the friends I never saw them again.