As I wake to greet this day my stomach is empty and my throat is dry, for this day will not begin until my body is refueled for the long journey towards this afternoon. As the morning gets his fill of essential nutrition and its thirst quenched, thoughts of my journey to this afternoons feeding has already begun. Calories will be burned and the well will soon run dry, for the time of nutritional replenishment is near. This day needs my attention, so I will give all of myself to this day as if there is no tomorrow. As midday begins to settle, my hunger that was of this morning will soon be of this afternoon, but I am prepared for what is to come. Whether it be the silent rumbles that grow louder while waiting impatiently for this afternoons feeding, or the weakness that my aging body unwillingly flaunts, this afternoon must be fed! As this afternoon gets his fill, the once loud rumbles are no more, and my once weak body is now strong enough to complete my journey to this evenings feeding. The night is the feeding grounds for those who have no appetite in the light, but will feed endlessly in the shadows, so I quickly get my evening fill as the darkness begins to engulf my being. I keep watch for the ravenous ones, those whose extreme hunger grows as the sky darkens, for they have been waiting impatiently for my arrival. I have sustained through my light that is of the day, by ingesting the essential nutrients that will sustain them through their darkness that is of the night. It is a never ending game of survival, with the winner getting another chance to feed, until it is time to be eaten. The thought of me being a source of nutrition for the ravenous ones keep me home at night with the doors locked, for when the morning comes, it will be my feeding time.