Jouska

I have more conversations with myself than I do with real people, hence the title. A whirlwind of by gone conversations going on inside my head spilling over into the real world that have caught me by surprise as well as my loved ones and I am sure a few strangers on the streets and in the bar as they point and stare at the crazy vet sitting by himself in the corner, or my neighbors as I stand out in the garage having a cigarette and suddenly I start having an intense conversation with my old battle buddies who are now just memories from a past deployments. I hate reliving the past.

When I started writing I had no idea what to write about. I have no specific talent for writing, no formal training, no penchant for poetry or any format of writing, poetry just seemed to come more natural I suppose. All I had was a desire to write.

And write I shall.

So here I share some of those conversation. But not just the simple hypothetical dialogue. But some of those things I never had the chance to voice in normal conversations.

There is no structure, no attempt to categorize the chaos. Just Jouska, tumbling from my head as and when.

So please, just sink in.