Most Likely to Make it Out of Here Alive
You can bury me in the winter, but I will dig my way out. Leaves fell, snowfall, but after a while that wonderland will wear off and it will start to feel small. I don't want to sink back into the sea of homogeny, but the underground scene isn't for me. A little rest will be nice along the way, but I won't enroll in Zombie University. Instead, I'll practice emotional archeology. I'll collect nature as it comes to me, crush eggshells and save them to provide sustenance for the soil. Clip magazines and modpodge them to make a statement by the soft glow of my oversized screen. We'll go dormant during the cold dark months, but I'll hold onto my shovel for the first sight of spring.