What can YOU say in 6 Sentences?

An entry adapted from this, for 6S.

It’s harder than it sounds and exceptionally good practice…..

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Dodging joggers and bicycles overloaded with bags of cans and bottles, bags of clothes, and other collected treasures of the have nothings; we walked together on the narrow sidewalk along the Ala Wai as we often did in the late afternoon on our way to somewhere else in this place called Paradise. When we walked there he walked on my right next to the water for it was a constant fear of mine to be accidentally juggled and fall into the murky depths bleeding into the ocean where someone died a few years back after tumbling in, and although it’s not like that now because they moved the sewage pipe from the overly citified hills further out to sea, it still looked dirty with free floating trash and I don’t swim all that well. I remember both of us more quiet than usual that day although it was never a requirement for us to speak at all since we were always perfectly comfortable in the silence of each other while we walked along with his hand in mine as he did at times for no reason in particular I suppose, except because he wanted to, so I matched my gait to his. When he asked if I had ever considered suicide in any of my depression, my head snapped up in shock as I searched his eyes for understanding and a deeper meaning while spewing words of my own teenage battles knowing the hopelessness of seeing darkness instead of light, as he too admitted wanting but never having the courage to actually carry out the deed because really it was just deep wounds of the present speaking all to loudly from the mouth of the monster we thought was gagged and firmly chained under the bed. The conversation dwindled until speaking more words wasn’t required because all that needed to be said, had already been said as we lost ourselves in our own private thought and continued on hand in hand to wherever it is we were bound, acting like nothing transpired between us which meant we would never speak of this again, and I certainly haven’t ever mentioned it to anyone until now. What I really remember is a narrow sidewalk along a dirty canal, hands loosely and comfortably clasped, stepping together in rhythm all our own, and his soulful brown eyes slowly leaking drops of salt water as he merged his darkness with mine and we both confessed our sins on a warm day in Paradise.