But Why

i wish i could be indifferent like it were true
i wish i could put on the facade of ignorance i bought off the inexpensive grocery store
i wish i could believe for once, stories were just about stories
i wish i could undo it all; every bit of it, every last of it

i wish for all and none of it
somewhat like the life of an oxymoron


why is it that distances seem ruthless cruel only sometimes
why is it that sometimes, existences grow flesh, become skin

but why