Sea of Denial

June Gloom: Day Twentysomething.

There is only day and night, otherwise time is at a standstill. White skies then dark skies. Each night I tell myself that I will wake up to blue skies. I am living in a sea of denial. Sea of Denial. This may sound like a mixed metaphor, but it isn't. Cloud of denial. Cloak of denial. Fog of denial. Now I've gone too far.