philippaasteel

There are some pieces of music which seem to tumble out of nowhere, through the writer and into the realm of what we know as everyday...

Well, it’s over two years later and I’m here, at the start of a new chapter. Where do I begin with all of this? Is it good enough? What...

She was staring out of the window at a forget-me-not sky, streaked with candy-floss clouds. There was hopefulness, beauty, infinite...