All the time we spend in bed. What is there to live for if I'm in the only one?

Morning comes in Los Angeles. Morning comes with rain. I'm here now, and everything is beautiful, but nothing is the same.

I used to travel from Michigan, now I live on the opposite coast. You were the first, and our memories still remain on every street here.

Every daybreak I woke to the rain in downtown LA, I thought of you. And when you were dying, I wanted to go too. They'll say, "the only man she ever loved, died when he was only twenty-two."

I always dreamt of my Los Angeles life in my head, but that's just it, only a dream. As if California has always been the play-land that I never had to take seriously. I could stay in bed with you, and starve, and fight, and none of it was real.

I wish I could believe what they taught me. But time and memories just tear us apart. The moon and the sea, I wish I had told you again.

photos by Damon Loble

inspired by Sufjan Stevens