Parable
A voice came to me while i was out, "Who are you?" he whispered, his voice spoke to both ears equally. I layed confused for a second, trying to grab what was left of me to move on; I didnt mean to ignore him... Just forgot about him like he didnt exist, whilst i was trying to get my bearings. He persists, "Who. Are. You?", I realized who he was of course, hes been with me through it all ever since we landed here. I respond with a stuttering voice, i was somewhat distracted trying to make out his features, "I know what you are trying to do; I'm okay. I can handle this". Of course he was trying to build my morale again, spitting out phrases of fortune cookie philosophy whilst trying to use his eyes as a speakerphone, almost like hes trying to connect not only with my mind but a soul.
I was lying there in the sand clothes torn, stomach thundering; digesting non-existant food. While the sun heated my pale cracked lips he stood there, crouching, his body creating a shadow just enough to cover my nose up. His face was just a blur, still being half-blinded by the rays of light peaking through his hair i couldnt fully open my eyes to see the world around me. I closed my eyes for a second while he just looked at me. I could hear the whistling of the invisible hand over the earth; wind racing miles and miles. dodging the dunes, just to throw sand in my face. My eyes close again, begging for another days rest. I hear a rustle and something moves towards me, opening my eyes hes he says to me, crouching with his hand holding out to me "Not yet, we arent finished yet".