voyeur 

Two fuckeduppedly deep & sordid connections: my hypnotherapist chased one away, over the bridge of time, to never return again. It was awesome. He made sure he fucked off once & for all.  But then he died, my hypnotherapist, before he could send you away too…I try and reach the bridge of time through self hypnosis and I do….but you never show up, so I can never tell you to fuck off for good. Its just me standing there, on the bridge, desperate for your appearance.  But you never show up. Unless I dont look for you, or dont call you, or dont send you an invite…then you appear…as if you exist only when i dont see you.