A Meditation in blue

I still alone with straps around my head that urge my thoughts into a structure of right ok and wrong. My feet are a source of cold cooling the socks that bind them to my feet. Alone in a blue room with the bright lights as my only companion. I'm surrounded by black boxes and a purple cup. This is my existence to dwell in this room and wonder why and what.

one box in 17 vibrates beeps twice vibrates and goes silence. I pace teh room and cover my aked body in a white sheet and stair out the window into the colour red. It stills idle and I find it hard to focus on it. I walk back into my room and colour my face and toes in orange. I open one of the boxes and its full of copper plates and brass cultury.