Just a number

๐–๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐…๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ค๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐.
Kinda dumbfounded I sat on a bench with this advert in front of me staring and trying to starve me, so I could buy the product. Whilst this battle of mine I saw the world passing next to me. French people, Korean, Norwegian, and many more passed in between us, you could make out some of their chitchat, you can see the stressed out ones, those who are waiting for someone, those who are in a rush. In my eyes all of them had a story, had a “WHY” – but they were nothing more than a nobody/number to each other. I wasn’t anything but a number.
While my trip to Germany was a blast and I had the time of my life.
These are just some thoughts that were passing through my head while I was waiting for my mom.