Sameness.

this summer has been so consistently inconsistent.

inconsistent with the times i arise from sleep every morning in disguise.

inconsistent with the number of meals im actually eating 

(compared to the consistent one coffee a day during the 24 hour span of last semester)

inconsistent with my dreams, desires, passions and wants for my future.

inconsistent with my feelings of homesickness or comfort of my reality

inconsistent with how i deal with my emotions, my voids, on a daily basis.

im consistently wishing for more proximity

im consistently questioning my own questions

and then consistently answering my own answers.

im consistently driving miles out of my way 

so i can have one constant thought for once in my life.

i consistently desire consistency in my life

yet i remind myself that i am not called to that predictable life

where constants rule

and the antithesis drool.

i wake up to the smell of coffee

to a call from a mom miles away

drive to a job where love pours out

and come home to a house that shows a consistent love too.

We aren't promised tomorrows.

personally, based on my calculations,

consistency is overrated.