Cake, well not actually the delicious and aphrodisiacal cake but the mind.
And just like any other cake, the mind splits into parts after midnight.
A part gets the cherry, another gets the sugar candy and some other get the gummy bears.
What we are relating to this is what we actually think, while we get mentally dressed up to finally close our eyes and sleep, actually sleep.
So finally when you lay down, grabbing the blanket from all sides onto your bed.
And you realise you aren’t actually that drowsy, but no fool would get up and act productive while he is once settled in his bed.
So you scold yourself a bit mentally to have arrived the bed a little early than necessary but the very next moment your heavenly cosiness compels you to stop.
So, there you are lying.
Maybe facing the ceiling, maybe facing the window or maybe not even realising what you are actually looking at.
Lights are off, sounds are more audible.
Clock clicks every second and you wonder this god damn watch makes a sound every freaking second and you never happen to hear that.
A wrist watch makes a sound?
And there comes a sound from somewhere near your stomach and your mind flows into biology.
You are suddenly happy that your gall bladder is secreting proper fluids or maybe your pancreas is secreting enough digestive acids.
Captured by the voices and realisations you already are and bamn! You are embarrassed.
Because your smart brain actually disturbed you.
It says, ” You idiot, you seriously will waste your time being mesmerized by the sound of your intestines? If you are not drowsy, for heaven’s sake think sense.”
As instructed, you terminate your sound energy mission, hold your pillow tighter and dive into thoughts.
There comes not one, but a flood of thoughts to your mind.
And now is when, your mind becomes a cake and there you go!
You start slicing the parts.
The Unsaid Part.
It is about the poems in your head which you never actually recited.
Maybe a love confession, a curious question, a bold statement or just a hug.
All those stuff which you know you could have done but you didn’t.
Something stopped you.
Maybe the moment, maybe your own soul or just life.
But something did.
This part holds a lot of weight individually.
Because no one ever emptied the entire self to anyone.
We all keep stuff. That stuff which only you can create and you can understand.
Regret and strange curiosity is all what you taste in this part.
The Fear Part.
You don’t know from where, but a light wind blows through your mind leaving you afraid.
Suddenly your mind opens up the jar of the past and your eyebrows contract.
And without even you noticing, your mind plugs in a PowerPoint presentation of the pathetic parts you lived.
Slideshow begins in your mind.
You close your eyes at this moment, you hear the voices too.
You distract your self, believing that you can control your mind now but this fear, it really is shaking your cells.
The sour Goosebumps is all what you taste in this part.
The Imagination Part.
It’s actually a voluntary part.
Shaken by the Goosebumps, now you decide to tryst with your imaginations.
At night things are extreme.
Hence, you sum up your day dreams and fantasies and start to mentally sketch some moments you wish they occur in your life.
Maybe a beautiful date with the love of your life, or a success party or else maybe what you keep wishing simultaneously at the corner of your mind.
You happen to smile after two previous parts of sour flavours.
And while you are into this process, you suddenly realise that you might be hungry.
Who gets up now.
Well, smile is only what you taste in this part.
Because to really live your imaginations you know, you always have to wait.
The Realisations Part.
You feel thirsty too till you reach this really crucial part of the cake of your mind.
But you happen to ignore it because your are really enjoying this discussion going on your mind.
Leaving you to feel so many things and making no noise at all.
You believe in miracle for a minute and then you stop at realisations.
Midnight actually make things look clear, although it’s dark.
Ironically enough, here is when your feel that there was a need to say sorry, or you actually miss the person you pretend to not talk.
Or you actually have lost certain people in your life, or maybe you actually love someone a lot more than you can ever love yourself.
Or maybe you need to change something in yourself , maybe your mother was right, maybe you are actually alone, maybe you are suffering from cancer. Or maybe you are the only one to think this much. Or you should call it over thinking.
You make all the realisations you can knowing that when you will sleep, most of them will slip off and might again buzz you when you again slice up your mind next time.
You actually do not taste any particular thing in this part.
This part Is something which when you eat tastes less but influences the most.
Simply enough, it does not taste because it made you realise that now you have things to say and changes to make.
The ‘I should be sleeping’ Part.
It is not like the parts are over.
You have a lot of parts left.
Problems, plans, goals, situations and what not.
But there are four things you actually realise by now,
1. If you eat more parts of the cake now, it won’t digest.
Because you have been thinking a lot and this would lead you to again some unsaid , some more imaginations and some more bag full of realisations.
Cycle is going to repeat after all.
2. That hunger sensation is badly increasing now.
Now if your think more, you might end up falling in love with the whole team of Master chef Australia.
3. Holy Shit! You were sleepy back then. But your mind tricked you to his cake ceremony.
And and and,
Obviously the last realistic thing.
4. It’s almost morning, and you are supposed to wake up early.
Real real early.