No Such Intended.

Pity, it's not summer. Or spring or autumn at least. I'd go to the station, wander 'bout. Took some wine, no, I don't like wine. I'd take some booze anyway n head straight there. I'd go to a place where there are a few people and there's not much to do but gaze and observe. Where all your petty matters seem to be so drop-dead important to ya. I'll be there, laughing at ya. You're welcome. You wanna go with me? U wanted to walk with me for the whole life. I can tell that you'd get bored the second you walked in my shoes. There's nothing like you telling me and assuring, you're fine with that. No way. I'll never believe in that. A place where we could muse over things together is non-existent.

Find a substitute. Find the better, sufficient version of truth. The reason why plurivalent versions of it do exist? You tell me. Make it as good as to make them believe in it. You may call it a lie, white or not. Your associative meaning, can't help it.