I ' m nothing I ' m everything I ' m here and I ' m thereI ' m building those wallsLike someone with orange hairI ' m more than you rememberedAnd less than I amI ' m truthfully tiredOf all this hot air . I want to be patientWith a want I ' ve outgrownThat wantonly finds me When I had forgotten it ' s homeBut the truth of my ache for youIs that it ' s rare . But it flaresWhen reading your wordsIn the etherand just there . And what is it that can live on air alone , my friend ? I hope you don ' t find this response unkind . I am frustrated . I ' m in bed on a Friday at 820 pm and my week was a catastrophe of busyness and anxiety that I ' m trying not to show . <| sep |> it said 13 59 the moment i bred <| sep |> I speak Portuguese , that is a little close to it , and I understood some words but not far from it , so to me was nonsense . My spanish level is Portuguese sounding words .