A creative writing piece. The theme: Mind the gap…
Mind the gap. Follow the rules. Read the map. Follow the masses. Follow the crowds. Mind the gap and sit next to a stranger instead. Smile at them. Mind the gap between the station where you are meant to get off the train and the one where you do actually get off, just so you can keep talking to that person you have just met but feel you have known a lifetime.
Mind the gap between your toes, between your teeth, the gap between us (counted in years, tears, miles or smiles) the gap between your fat jeans and your skinny ones. The gap between hair-colouring weeks when the silver reminds you that you really truly are over 40. Over the hill, never mind the gap.
The gawky gap between childhood and adulthood…fifteen is an age of just in between, no immature habits should even be seen, stop playing with that toy, you’re being a child, act like an adult, now go to your room and No, you can’t call that boy.
The gap between like and lust…between only just losing and being crushed. The gap between a little white lie and the god awful truth. The gap between friends that once were and your real friends. The gap between mothers and daughters, fathers and sons, mothers and sons, fathers and daughters…the gap between feeling fear and doing it anyway, between trusting your instincts and ignoring others, the gap between knowing what you need to do and actually doing it.
Mind the gap between you and those you hold close. Mind that gap the most, pay attention to cracks, even minor ones, close the gap when it gets too big, build a bridge if you have too, and stuff the gap full of love whenever you can.
Mind the gap. The end.