Hollow and empty, full and bursting with life. I am contradictive but never inconsistent. Most people consider me to be an oxymoron, but that is hardly the case. My mind is morbid but cheerful and light. The saddest songs can bring up my mood, unless I started out enthusiastic. I write poetry, though I choose to call them lyrics. Ask for a dedication, and we'll see what happens next. To clarify 'Intimate Encounter,' would like to meet a fun loving person who isn't afraid to leap into conversation without hiding intentions. "Hooking Up" isn't definite, correct?