Stomach Monologue

I’ve seen many things you know; even without eyes I sense the world outside and around me. I tune into the vibrations. There is no feeling without me, every pinch of pain and burst of butterflies is my doing.

I take my job seriously. Our conglomerate is solid, our workforce billions of bacteria strong. Our comms could use some work, though I suspect it’s our Human who doesn’t listen rather than a failure on our part.

Our role is simple but vital. Feeling emotion, I’m reliably informed, is the basis for a Happy Human. Only through feeling can insight occur, or so tells me that pesky Third Eye. I’ll never heal if I don’t feel it when I break cautions Heart.

Our human has, despite outward appearance, felt many emotions in her life. Big ones, little ones; flurries and hurricanes; waves and trickles.

Some time ago, when she was less developed, Brain decided that feelings were dangerous and that’s when our comms issue started. As she grew, Brain instructed arm and mouth to eat in response to our missives. Lines of communication got twisted and Brain believed our press releases were actually fundraising efforts. To give Brain her due, she has never denied us funds when we speak.

After the Year of Big Bad Feelings, our comms team reported that new lines of communication began to appear.

I am hopeful for the future. I’ve grown in size but also confidence and I am cautiously optimistic. My old friend Heart has shown great courage in breaking in such a loud way that Brain couldn’t fail to notice. As a result, a new taskforce, composed of us Seven Centres of Human, has been created to tackle our Human’s issues of the day.

I am hopeful. I try to transmit this to our Human often as she has grown quite unfamiliar with hope. Repetition has become my strategy and I am confident that it will yield results we can all be proud of.