"Enough of This Carrying On!"
You say this as though you want to see something greater, something not so visible to the unenlightened, yet thouroughly paranoid. Something that has been eluding most for the past few centuries... The things that go bump in the night can be your friends, if only you were to reach out and touch them.
And that's where these stand... they are in the dark to your presense, and they just want you to see them... however they canot come out on their own... they need you to come in with outsetretched arms...
and search for them through the dark.
...i like the light, though...