dessert, please?

this is where i stand; in a middle of a dessert, dark and cool it is. i'm sure i'm lost but i'm sure where i am. get me? no. you don't have to. i'm just another puppet on earth, controlled by my own thoughts and feelings. sometimes, i don't think, and i don't feel and during those times, is when i feel truly human, or i don't feel anything at all; or i feel like an alien.

i wonder why i am here, in the middle of the dessert. and why is it cool? am i really, here? could i be somewhere else? but i can only feel sand underneath my feet. i'm tired. the dessert's boring. i have not much water and food left.

i'm still confused, why is the dessert cool? maybe because it's dark? the sun's not out? maybe. but it's not that dark. i still can see a little bit of light. i need a jacket. and i need a friend with me. it'll be nice to have someone with me in this dessert. preferably someone i know, or love. but a stranger would be nice too. beggars can't be choosers right? 

or can they?

i should be careful. snakes, scorpions, camels. are camels dangerous? they may as well be. those humps can kill. i should be on a look out. nothing can be too calm and safe, especially when you're in a dessert, alone. it's cold, it's really cold. 

i wonder if there's anybody out there who'd save me? please?

p.s: this is more than meets the eyes.