Quietly sitting in the tub, letting the hot water swallow my body, mulling over thoughts. I thought of life, death... my life. My life is trivial. Just a short flash of personality and consiousness in a great expanse of time. Something struck me, a feeling, a feeling that I still cannot put into words. Words are important to me, I am rarely at a loss of them. Words are my talent, my defense, and often my misery. This lack of words... Words are communication, sharing. Yet we still are often struck dumb, no words to describe what we think or feel. Words dont matter. Words tell others that we care, and that we love, and that we may dislike. Without words, we appearently cannot feel. People twist words, words have lost their authenticity. What do we have left? Nothing. Body language? A touch on the shoulder or a certain look, we can share specific feelings, but we cannot share our thoughts. Thoughts dont matter. Body Language doesnt matter. Words dont matter. My life doesnt matter. Why even speak? Why even think? Why live? ... Such trivial things I ponder over in the bathtub. Every morning we wake up, same old routine. It doesnt matter. One morning we might not wake up. Would I regret the life I have lived if I died tonight? If I died this very hour, and if I where a consious and able to think, would I feel regret? But what does it matter? My thoughts in death wont help me life. What does this matter? Anything? We are all something yet nothing. We are all important yet unimportant. We all wish to be loved, yet dont love. A great big irony. A great big nothing. in the name of ... nothing...