Love took him down to the middle of nowhere. Just to leave him there. And Love striped him down with nothing. Leaving him exposed to the wildness and to the coldness.
Totally naked, he was waiting and waiting. Longing for the touch of Love. But she never returned.
So he ended up in nowhere. Losing track of time he waited and waited. Hoping that Love would return one day.
And he ran. Throughout the night he ran and ran. Running away from Love, may he be. Running away from his dream, may he be. For dawn shall arrive in no time. And once again the sun will embrace him with his warmth.