Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

— Robert Frost

grey and yellow scream

well, i´d rather feel anxious than depressed,
that knocks me out off of life and it´s been sometime i don´t have to deal with that, thankgod!