the lottery.

my phone was on 2%, i jotted down my thoughts on a napkin at this bar that i went to, to escape the thoughts in my mind. 

one thing turned to another, and i lost that napkin. or rather exchanged it with a stranger in the night who needed those words more than i did at the time.  

years went by, and that stranger is now me. and i can't remember to save my life what that thought read. and all i have is a seven digit note of a number that i never called. 

and although i think about it at times, i never do.