Realizations and Translations

Somewhere between here, blase and tomorrow's derangement, lost the plot in a moment of coherent clarity, 'twas quite a peculiar notion unsettling predicament of knowing one's own psyche, silently questioned the absolute mindfulness, hardly sure whether to heed or trust abstruse insomuch as the validity mid concise advice of internal voiced concepts shanghaiing neurons, haranguing harbingers hung on haphazardly 'til giving up on any possibility of sensibilities' solution, acquired a migraine trying to comprehend saneness, there's a mental jolting, dash of disappointment mid virtual realizations and literal translations of who and what we are [realistically] as opposed to 'who we think we are' fallen into rabbit hole madness, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore"...