Eccentric Tea Woman

For quite some time, I have been an avid player of MMORPGs, specifically World of Warcraft and recently, Guild Wars 2 . I love the feeling of when I am about to delve into the fantasy world riddled with quests, meeting NPCs, and avoiding/engaging with other players. The scenery of each area, coupled with the sweeping music, makes me happily lose an hour or two of my day. However, it has recently dawned on me that while these games are fantastic to play, there are many lessons to learn regarding life. Here are several that I learned: One - Life is NEVER black and white. When you begin your journey into WoW or GW 2, you spend time creating your character. The race, gender, profession, and even colour of hair are quite important. You even get to choose your affiliation (Horde vs. Alliance) and so when you strike out into the world, you steadfastly hold on to what you believe in. However, the more you level up, the more you begin to see the blurred lines, that not everyone is pure evil no

  Paul stood before the blank canvas as he smoked his third cigarette within an hour. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with his empty hand. He had nothing. After all these years of crawling through muck and insults, he finally became one of the top artists in the country. He adored the fame and the riches that came from pieces that he created, yet he had no idea it would all come crashing down around him. He opened his eyes and took a long drag off his cigarette, then blew the smoke at the canvas that silently cried out to him to be used. Use me, the canvas wailed. Put your mark on me, for god's sake, and don't think too hard about it. You're a master, or have you forgotten? Paul nodded to himself, agreeing with the desperate voice. He glanced down at his paints and brushes and for a moment, wondered what they were. What in the hell was he doing? He finished his cigarette and then threw it into his extremely cold cup of green tea that he neglected to drink this mo

I dreamt I saw you before me. You hadn't changed a bit. Still the same asshole that I thought could change my life. In this dream, you smiled and I wondered if you were sad. How strange our minds can become when we are broken like discarded dolls. Perhaps when I awaken I shall realize my mistake of ever taking you seriously. Forgive me; my sins are still Being washed from my skin.  Viridian Tea Company - Tea, Books, and Artwork! Click HERE for the website!

  The gods of old speak to me. I refuse to listen, simply because I've got better things to do. They tell me to listen, Childe. Listen and understand that you are finally free to believe in us again. I raise my head and scream - how dare you! How dare you tell me to believe in you when that's all I've done? Because I believed in you, I was led astray. The gods fall silent, yet I am not done. I listened to those who were touched by you. I wanted to follow in their footsteps but instead I was mauled, raped, manipulated, and spit out over and over. Why should I believe in you when you've shown me nothing but darkness? The gods ponder my heated words and leave me alone for a while. When they return, they speak as one: We showed you magick because you are a part of it. You listened to others with the same colours only they have lost their way. They showed you their version of what we are but mangled and tangled and unable to be set free. You saw through it and walked away an