(basically copying @tarapnicole)
ohio isn't for me.
ohio is for rocking chair elders, ohio is for the three year olds laughing at the ice cream shop, ohio is for the people and faces woven between every brick and every crack in the cement- ohio is for people who claim they don't belong here.
ohio is for the edgy teens writing songs in their attic, ohio is for every cent used to fund that new art studio downtown, ohio lives in wide eyes opening towards the orange red sky ohio lives in broken laughs and bonfires full of dares and two girls holding hands on the roof of the apartment complex-
ohio is for everyone that hates it.
because no matter how much we say we don't belong here, ohio will never forget our footprints left in secret hideouts in forests, or carvings in wood tables at old coffee shops, or stolen keychains from toy stores. ohio will love us after we've stomped our way out of it, ohio will love us after we've kicked at it's cement for tearing up our childhood playground.
ohio isnt for the people who have been there all their lives, it's for the people who have hated it in the simple years they've been there.
because they always come back, and they always see a new playground where theirs used to be, full of smiling children and they always revisit their wood carvings in that stool at your only hangout, and they always remember how they frowned.
and they smile.
