As a hurting and broken younger man, I felt the need to protect myself. If I had the proper weapons and armor, no one could get close enough to do any damage. So I evolved, and I transformed myself. I grew sharp weapons thinking I was creating a realm of protection around me.

But now I just want a hug. And the weapons I grew so I wouldn’t get hurt, are causing me to cut the people that want to hug me.

Growing the knives was easy, learning to de-knife myself is one the hardest things I’ve done.