The wax of selfless candles forms innocent shapes of random countries, without definite borders where bleeding hearts cry for resolution, or the blur of solid clouds issuing a diktat to melt the horizon. We are being consumed. But the selfless adjective eludes us. Were we selfish for love or for our own self? Did 'me' lose to 'us' ? Does selfless exist? #us #SelflessCandles #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba
