Our eyes see it. Our brain longs for it. For a connection. 

Maybe a bedtime story. Maybe a story to pass the time on the train. Or on the bus, or in a car. 

Or maybe it's for school. For a grade. 

Maybe it’s a reason to have a conversation. Maybe it's an escape to read or to write. Maybe it fills the void of silence. 

It’s artwork with or without all the colors.

It sings a song, without a beat. 

Maybe it's about expressing emotion: Anger, sadness, havoc. Loneliness, frustration, happiness. 

Maybe our brain longs for reassurance, that we aren’t the only person that feels that way.