dear lottery
Dear Lottery,My fingers trace the faded ink of your numbers, the ones that hold the promise of a life transformed. A life where bills become a mere whisper, anxieties melt away, and dreams take flight. Oh, Dear Lottery, you are a siren song, a whispered hope in a world full of uncertainties. You paint pictures of sunshine vacations, generous donations, and the freedom to finally pursue my passions. You tempt me with the idea of a life free from the shackles of financial burdens, a life where I can finally breathe easy and chase the rainbows of my hearts desire. Yet, I know you are a fickle mistress, a cruel temptress who offers dreams but delivers heartache more often than not. You are a gamble, a chance, a fleeting possibility.But still, Dear Lottery, you are a spark of hope, a sliver of light in the darkness. You whisper a promise of a better tomorrow, a chance to break free from the chains of everyday struggles.So I hold onto you, Dear Lottery, even though I know the odds are stacked against me. I dream of your embrace, of the day your numbers will finally align with mine.For even if the reality is a cold, hard truth, the hope you offer is a warm fire in the winter of my heart. Dear Lottery, until then, I will keep playing. And dreaming.