How It Was

I am selling my furniture piece by piece in preparation, and I cannot help feeling a little sad letting go of these pieces of my life, of at least the last two or three years here in San Francisco. I am letting go of earthly possessions like shedding skin of a snake running free with nothing holding me back, but, still they were pieces of me, they supported me, they held me up, they allowed me to work, to sit, to sleep, to be. Let go.