Honest

By Boardy Boardman

Not the word you say when someone asks how you are.

The other kind.

The kind that costs something.

The kind that sits in your chest at 2am

and doesn’t dress itself up

or wait for the right moment.

It just is.

You are the most honest thing I’ve ever learned.

Not because you tell me everything ,

because you don’t pretend

you don’t.

That’s the rarest frequency.

That’s the one I keep reaching for. 🤍