Yellow, often associated with the rising sun and the endearing light emitted from sweet smelling candles.

It is the colour of kindness, warmth and security. It is a fleece blanket over your shoulders, the colour of the flowers five-year-old picks for you, the feeling of content when arms wrap around you, soothing yet igniting the sparks you can’t ignore. It is the colour that makes your eyes squint and the colour that explodes from your soul when a sudden idea hits your core.

Yellow is searing your retinas until you decide to squeeze your eyes shut from the brightness, the glint of hope in another's eyes as they speak passionately about their favourite things and the colour you see when they beam at you with that contagious smile you’ve decided was your favourite. It is the overwhelming joy of holding their perfect hands, watching their lips spreading into a gentle smile, and listening to their beautiful voice regardless of gender, sex.

It is making a romantic connection with the person—not the gender.

It is walking in a field of flowers with beloved ones, while simultaneously being the flash of a gunshot before it turns into pure white light. It is being buried by invalidity from the more ignorant individuals that choose to be unconscious of the oppressed. It is being disregarded or labelled 'confused' or 'polygamous' when in fact, those are merely widely spread misconceptions.

At the end of the day, yellow is only the beginning of limitless emotions - warmth, bliss, love. The hue of the sunrise accompanied by a cool breeze. The colour of the sky when dawn arrives. The blanket that glazes over the darkness of the night.

Yellow is the centre of the triple coloured flag proudly raised high in the sky. It is another gender identity on the spectrum.