Sea yearning

He was yearning for sea. Even in his dreams, he was seeing beaches, waves. He was outbound to the center of the country, much away from the shoreline, for a goal and limited time. Restless he became and drank two glasses of water, ridiculous! He knew this will not help. He has to wait for the correct time. Anyways he was there only last month. He spent a whole week looking at the rising and descending waves. He knew he would need this when he would be on his way towards the land. Sometimes he felt as if his veins contains waves and not blood. He was addicted to sea. He could feel it all over. No, it's not taking any worse shape. He has his memories for good old days but daydreaming is not an option for him. He has to focus on his goal. So strong were his memories that he could hear sea waves and feel a walk on the beach whenever he closed his eyes. 

One late night while he was half asleep, he felt drowning in the air. How could it be? He thought what this mermaid thing is? He knew this is getting out of hand. He was continuously thinking how can so many people live without a sea locked up here in the middle of the barren land,  amid dust? He was surprised with life. He thought that he is a different breed or may be these poor people never really got the chance to encounter a sea. Obviously, they are all outstruck here with their play of money, accumulating it for no good reason. He could even find himself laughing at instances. He knew that these so-called free man are caged in their own world of greed. At times he felt pity to them. He thought this is unfair. How could they be deprived of that part of the world? He was proud of himself.

He was the king in his world of thoughts, so were they.