Hunger has no color. It only has a name. The name isn’t the same, but rather it is unique to every individual who struggles to survive the ugly grip of this hunger. Hunger is beckoned by the needs of the physical, mental and spiritual and can include any combination of the three. The color is never what gives it meaning but its name is what sets it apart.

Color is something that only the eye can see. Hunger can be seen and unseen. It can be recognized or unrecognized. It can be given attention or ignored. It is up to those that come in contact with the hunger, or become aware of its presence, to help. It is up to the rest to seek out the void and bring it to the attention of those who are able to assist in taking care of its most basic need-love. No matter what name hunger has, the biggest step to finding the cure is to show that hunger love.

Love can be very hard to give and equally as hard to receive. It is constantly being stretched. Every second is a new battle that love must make the choice whether or not to fight, and what weapon to use, and whether or not to back down when the odds are stacked against it. Love can grow like a flower and produce something beautiful or it can grow like a weed and be distorted into a masqueraded replica of what the roots were intended to produce. The weeds became distracted and transformed to be something that can be used to harm things around it. Something in its structure made the end product completely different from the beautiful flower that came from the same root system.