Walk with me

The moment before dawn.
Every time I was awake at such a time I would be at home.
Not  today.
Not here.

I am standing outside of my cottage, overlooking the world famous lake that has somewhat been forgotten since the 90s.
Just like my peaceful childhood memories.
It was 1990, or thereabout. I moved to the capital then.
From that moment on the memories have slowly but surely faded away.

As I begin to ponder the past a voice suddenly interrupts my thought.
'Come.. walk with me.' it says.

I nod.

I slowly begin to walk. Aimlessly.

'I haven't told you where to go.'

'You rarely do.'

I can sense the responding smile. Somehow.

'You rarely ask, really ask for it.' it says.

I chuckle.
'I guess so. But there were times when I really did.. and you..'

'Sometimes it has to be that way..' the voice speaks calmly

'Are you not well after all.. ?' the voice continues.

Am I well?

'Well.. I mess up a lot.. you know..'

'I know..'

'And I am gonna mess up a lot more.. I guess..'

'I know...'

'So.. am I well? I dunno. I feel lost..'

'You were found..'

'Well yeah.. I know.. but you know.. I feel like sometimes..'

'Sometimes you find yourself in the same dark alley that you used to know'

I nod.

'Ah.. but there's a difference'.

I turn to my right. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the voice source.
Of course.. I only see the pitch black lake.

'What's the difference?'

'You see..  you walk with me now. Even when you are in that dark alley.
That's the difference.'