when it all just fits

You live the life you're given with the storms outside.
Some days all I do is watch the sky.

That has been on repeat in my head for the past week.
Things are good. I am sick. My weekend got fucked up, but I don't mind.
I have good people in my life.
I love my family and my friends.
I wouldn't trade this for anything else.
You brought me soup in the rain when I was feeling down.
And a paper heart letter.
And for once, I don't have to hope or wish or dream.

I've got all I need and I'm doing fine.