Chaos Theory.

Chaos is our birth into the real world. A step in the wrong direction for the right reasons. An empty soda bottle overstuffed with air. A room, drenched with soap bubbles, glittering and bouncing around because they refuse to pop. The air is clear, and it's past midnight. Past time when sleep should have come to visit. I'll pay for this tomorrow. Or later today. Tomorrow has already arrived, despite how timeless the night seems.