dear lottery
Dear Lottery,My fingers trace the worn edges of the ticket, a faded echo of the dreams I held just hours ago. You, Dear Lottery, were my fleeting escape, the whisper of a life unburdened by the mundane. A life where bills become a distant memory, replaced by the laughter of children playing in a sundrenched backyard, a life where dreams take flight and fears fade into the background noise. I pictured myself, eyes closed, basking in the warm glow of a future free from the shackles of financial worries. I imagined the weight lifting from my shoulders, the relief washing over me like a tidal wave. But you, Dear Lottery, remain elusive. You dance just out of reach, a teasing mirage in the desert of my life. You whisper promises of liberation, only to vanish with the rising sun, leaving me with the bittersweet sting of unfulfilled desires.Yet, I cant help but cling to the faint hope that one day, you will be mine. That the numbers will align, the stars will coalesce, and you, Dear Lottery, will finally grace my life with your benevolent touch. Until then, I will keep playing, keep dreaming, keep holding onto the fragile thread of hope that you hold.For in your capricious nature, Dear Lottery, lies the beauty of the impossible, the allure of a life transformed. You are the embodiment of chance, the whisper of a possibility, the siren call of a life beyond the ordinary. And so, I write this letter, a simple plea to a fickle mistress. Dear Lottery, I long for your embrace.