Chapter One
When you have been many things you start to learn a lot about the world. Sometimes I end up the same thing but never twice in a row. But no matter where I am or what I become I'm always the thing no one wanted, or asked for. Hey, not even I asked for this... ok maybe I did, but not intentionally!! Turns out the Buddhists were really close to the truth.
But you probably want to know when this started and how it happened, well since I'm in the void waiting for a new life I'll tell you. I've had many names in the past, oh 100 lives I've had so far, but my first was Quisodio. It took me some time to figure out but it literally means "hated one" in Latin. I mean who knew English majors could be such pretentious douches. They didn't know I was there for six months, crazy right. Yeah well, mom had me, "hated" me, desided she was above giving me to an orphanage, and took me home. As I grew up I could tell I wasn't really being loved at all in life but all in all it wasn't a bad one.
But somewhere in my early twenties after dad kicked me out of the house for being a disappointment I became... wait for it... 🎆A Stoner🎆! Yeah not the best choice ever but hey, what are you gonna do. So anyway I went to a party got high like usual and met this weird looking dude, like he was really weird his hair was all sorts of different colors, greens, yellows, purples, reds all moving strangely blending and churning on his head. At first I passed it off as tripping balls mainly because then his hair started to move not just the colors. Then I see his eyes they are like nothing I have ever seen before, pitch black voids that looked as if they could have held the stars within. He walked up to me and asked "Can you see me, little one?" and all I can do is nod my head because I was so consumed with his eyes that I couldn't bring myself to speak. He sat down next to me and said "I feel something missing in you child, and you will never find it in this life, if I gave you new lives to find it would you take that chance?" I don't know how but as soon as he said it I could feel an emptiness that needed to be filled that I had long ignored I don't know what made me do it, the drugs, the painful feeling, or the feeling that I had nothing left to loose but I said "y-yes". Boy would I regret that later.
Some how I ended up at my roomies apartment and when I woke up I realized I was late for work so I throw clothes on grab a snack off the table and rush out the door...
straight into a rushing semi. There was a rush of color, a weightlessness, stark white and then darkness.