their faces make me lonesome and cheery all at once. messy fingers, intense eyes, raised hands and vaguely crooked mouths. i favor these over the big ones. this isn’t where any of us belong, reading scripted questions and looking for cliche answers. i can read the real question on everyone’s lips, that inevitable “why” that we are so heavily encouraged to ignore. these are the really dangerous ones; the ones who are not supposed to think for themselves yet, the ones who understand too much, the ones who have never fallen in love, the ones who have never been allowed to bleed, the ones who watch. the ones who follow. the ones i am trusting to take my place.