I was only twelve when I discovered my super powers. I’ve tried my very best to keep them hidden. Because the world isn’t ready for a boy who can see what awful way the world is going – Mikkel Sørensen
June 29, 2008
I wrote this a few days ago. It’s ironic, yet rather true. I believe I was twelve when I started thinking, and sometimes I find myself thinking: Seemingly thinking is becoming a rarety only few are gifted with.
When I say ‘thinking’, I’m not talking about ordinary thought passing through our brains, but realisations and deeper thoughts on subjects such as life and the commotions around it.
June 21, 2008
Every time a new thought shapes and takes form in your mind,
you create a question equal to the thought,
but when you are unable to answer the question before a new thought shapes:
You reside in an infinite amount of agony and doubt,
only to build a great wall of everlasting queries around your nous.
A writer reads books. A musician listens to music. A teacher is teached. But not their own work. When they write, compose or teach, they work while inspired by others.