Understand

Who am I? Behind these words. Digits in a computer network. Scratches on a piece of paper. These words were never mine. They are torn from my mind. I don't now if they are mine. DO they reflect me or the reality that I am in, or are they just images that I have seen in passing. Are they who I am or more a foil to world outside. I create these words in my mind twisting until they are right. Yet they do not fit anything that I have seen or remember except for in my dreams. Yet, It feels like it is more going into my experiances. I write what comes to me, whether it makes sense or not, helps someone. For my opnion is even if I do not understand what I am writing someone else might.