Little Fourtune Cookie Advice Poem by Jessie Li here

The little folded, stainded paper sitting in the closet
It somehow randomly follows with a laugh
It somehow fits my life so perfectly
Just like it was waiting to advice me

Another one that always come at the right time
Am i just reading to deeply, or is it solving my life
puzzle piece by piece...
The little fortune cookie words...
That just keep randomly appearing in front of me

Could you call it pitiful or despicable
To say they fill my heart and counter my tears?

23 May 2008