Side A

Every day is a struggle. The simplest things can set the scales to be imbalanced, and then what are you left with? People scream on either side, and you're always forced to stand in the center of a battlefield. Constantly being told you're sick, really does make you believe so.

But, what if it wasn't just perception? There's something inside all of us that's waiting. Waiting to be disturbed, waiting to be revived...

Waiting to be provoked. That's when we finally shatter our shackles and say "f*ck the world", even if deep down, you know you're going to fall back into a depressive state. Stand strong, the virus will pass.