My brick walls are blue

Nothing new to report. The MRI was today. They stick you in a tube. I listened to the nirvana live album that they had in stock at the hospital. I get the results some time next week. I tried being poetic and began writing the first few lines of a poem. My frustration travels quickly and I was easily distracted and ended up deleting it. Hence, My brick walls are blue. Maybe I'll finish it later.

I'm slowly beginning to realize the severity of my circumstance. It is possible that I might not be able to walk for half of my life. Maybe more, maybe less. I dont want to talk about it anymore. I keep bringing it up. I am going insane...no, I think I might already be there.

I have nothing left to give.
I am empty.