Come from For

Stories from Estella

I come from where things break, and I don’t know where I am headed. What came came. What’s to go is going. I came from For. I am glad wild things still fly in the sky bitterly in love, destroying each other. I am glad the myth is gone, what remains is what is. I am afraid myth is a witch flying through the cold universe passing through our hearts effortlessly, like it never mattered. I know I touched something even if a witch. ਜਨੌਰ ਹੋਣਾ ਕੋਈ ਖ਼ਾਲਾ ਜੀ ਕਾ ਬਾੜ੍ਹਾ ਨਹੀਂ। ਖੂਨ ਕੱਢ ਕੇ check ਕਰਨਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਏ। You come from what you came for. सदा रंगीले बालम आयो रे .