Descriptive Writing Siddhartha

Siddhartha lay in his bed in the downstairs half of the yacht which he shares with his best friend Govinda. After the years they shared as ferrymen, they decided to buy a yacht. Something nice and fancy to take them to places they wanted to go. The yacht- which the names the SS. enlightenment- was 200 feet long and had a downstairs and upstairs. The upstairs was where the deck was. There were sliding glass doors that led out onto the deck lining the rooms. There was a large living room with two mahogany colored, leather couches and a 40-inch flat screen which sat on a shiny, clear table. There was also a kitchen with a stove, a microwave and a round, mahogany kitchen table. Downstairs were the bedrooms. Govinda had a room with 2 beds- 1
Sitting criss crossed on the floor, with eyes closed, all their focus was on the soft hums they produced as the Om slipped from their mouths. They were as still and peaceful, until they were whisked away into relaxation, as sand before it is whisked away by the wind. Now it was time to pray. As they prayed for guidance and protection, Siddhartha felt himself ready for the festivities he was about to endure. Arriving at the festival, Siddhartha caught glimpse of the flock of people in bright colored outfits. Girls in their neon crop tops and bathing suits, while guys wore their neon colored muscle t-shirts. Both men blended in with the crowd but there was something that somehow still made them stand out. It wasn’t until he looked into the eyes of those who turned around to glimpse at him that he knew. The young adults in the crowd were drugged up before the music had even started. He wondered if maybe he needed to do the same thing this once, in order to enjoy the festival. Surely all of these people had been to these festivals before and they knew what they were
As he led Jasmine back over to Govinda, Siddhartha remembered what he was looking for before he met Jasmine. The hours then flew by, and Siddhartha realized how he was already enjoying his time and he didn’t need any intoxicants to enjoy his time. He just needed the right crowd of people. Siddhartha also learned how over time, even with all the knowledge he had gained, there were still people who could teach him things. His night wasn’t over yet and he felt as though there was more to