/skʌɪ/ noun. 1. the unfathomable region of the heavens, coloured and distorted through the splintered scope of earth. "let's tangle with lights / let's fly ckye high / to breathe the clear air / of Heaven's sigh." 2. freedom in rules.
reason to write
i was told i should sharpen my mind.
what better tools to use than these
my words as whetstones
till they become knives
Celine Low, a.k.a. Ckye, is a writer and creative writing tutor with an Honours degree in English Literature. Her fictional works have been published by The Bride of Chaos and Marshall Cavendish, and she posts regularly on Twitter and Instagram on an eternal quest to capture both beauty and sublimity through her words. An academic at heart, she also enjoys reading and writing research papers, as she finds a rather masochistic pleasure in gnawing on the musings of wise old philosophers or critics.
She aims to travel the world one day, and hopes that the Northern Lights look as good as they do in Google wallpapers.
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