Sweet floral dream

Hey, so of course like everyone loves music. My father was a musician, but I was into sports so did not really pick it up. I wrote poetry in high school, but that was it. I wanted to learn the intro to la bamba and then I was done. I spent time in a church where the entire pastors family made music and were super impressive! After leaving the church and trying to find my own way. I headed out to Austin, Texas not really knowing that it is heavy in putting out musicians. I didnt really explore and while I was over there my father send me a guitar from Mexico. It wasn’t the best quality, but somehow he planted a seed to spark my interest. I actually barely even touched it. I let my musician friends mess around on it. Here I discovered my first girl crush even though nothing came of it, I left back to Houston for family reasons. I was in between jobs and I spent time on this farm called the last organic outpost. I heard about this place through word of mouth. So when I was not getting my hands dirty I was rediscovering my own city after 4 years in Austin and came across an art space named TXRX labs. I met this aspiring artist and professor. She became my first muse. I wanted more, she was not gay, but I felt we had a great chemistry. That day I felt so excited about meeting her that I picked up the guitar and started whaling on it and used my poetry skills to come up with a song. I swear I had no since of tuning or rhythm and I could not sing, but I came up with two songs and recorded them. Her art was in how music helps us remember better and I was invited to come to her show. So I had them recorded on a usb and when the time came, I told her that I didnt know really what I was doing, but that I felt extremely inspired to do this. She would later that night contact me and tell me that I should continue to keep making music and I never stopped. Being a urban farmer I had planted these loofahs for the first time on my gate, but they over grew onto the neighbors fence. My father and I had managed it, but they were so happy they flourished down the fence and into a tree. I let them know that they are more than welcome to partake. Loofahs when ready to eat , are like a cucumber and squash and when left on the vine they turn into sponges. They come with this yellow vibrant flower and it created such a beautiful landscape. I went away for the weekend and cameback to half the the vine being dead. After inspecting, they were cut at the base of the vine in 3 different places. I rushed over and ask the neighbors who did this. They were renters and said the landlord did it. I never met this person and I got their numbers to call and paced back and forth thinking of what I was going to say. I was so furious that I told my muse about it and after I shedded some tears. She told me to plant some more. This inspired a song. I told my father that we were not going to take down the dead vine, that they could do it themselves and to let it serve as a reminder that every time they see it , it is the ugliness that comes out of them . It took awhile to take it down and I never did make the call. This is the story I tell when asked about the flowers on my left sleeve and I believe it is my muses’s favorite song.