Hyperius

seemingly, the future we lived for has gone further in time... lost and there exists no verb to depict out-of-time...the imminent futures aren't any brighter than a night sky illuminated with electric waves. in the glint of electric-sky, lives but a dead color beam through it's visible range of wavelength. stars shining across the expanse of space without a starscape for us to feel it. this time smells like a capacitor searing and suffering from a high voltage. all these dejected phenomena caused by a divagate in the present and the moments before it.
ceiling sky leaves no other alternative for thoughts but to be grounded. only a small silver of light could be seen through keyholes. the world is in a tumultuous anarchy due to it's high density and faint brains. lust of being able to breath for another day has Eradicated desires for both rich and poor.
as seconds passes lives should be more evolutionary but why this fact spins anti-clockwise? could it be us moving, toward future but backward in time? exterior of it might feel futuristic. robotic have taken place of human flesh, metal as skin tissue, Electric current streaming in wires instead of bloods getting pumped into veins, robology is more fundamental than biology! signals and a diverse types of wave rupturing any inward mentality, puncturing comprehension even easier for the lack of cognizance. faith is lost and all it remains are ambition minds filled with thinks of a better survival. minds fighting with minds, -isms and -ologies in an antagonism fighting over their ways to a more durable life for humanity.
at such an age, standing right on the edge of dystopia and such a distance from utopia, there should remain no more of a home from this planet. lives are being sent out to cover in the emptiness of void and space from a hazard that cannot be shielded anymore.
suspension of metal boxes in the dark matter has established a foothold for the mankind, a slight slit for beams to shine upon once again. some eyes see this beam as the color of hope for resurrection, some others see this as a route of escape and for some blind eyes this light glows invisible but the verity is light of starts still enlightening. as it means there exist a way of exit out of catastrophe. an exodus to open space, a new flicker indeed. it made us think to where this way leads and from which derivation this light emanates? a new reason for thinker to think and adherent to follow therefore a new domicile starts to manufacture.
as clocks start to tic-toc, life begins to find a solid form out in the amorphous space.

Yooooo