Today I am Crying and I Cannot Stop

I don’t know how to write today. All I can see when I sit here at the screen is flashbacks to those shots of my insides; yellow and black, a failing mess of corruption. I try and focus on the United Bamboo Gang, but today, I cannot get passed what I’ve seen. It all seems so much worse having viewed those photos, so much more real. I am glad to be out of hospital, but today I am crying and I cannot stop. Everything is so wrong.