they.

i reached the end of the falling corridor, darkness gave way to light. they stumbled out of this tiny little box with fairylights and men’s shirts, clutching their chest desperately trying to breathe in this new world. a warm welcome to this light has always been waiting for them, patiently, glowing softly in the distance, waiting to dazzle and renew them. they breathe relief, sighing contentedly. colors pop and stars shine brighter, people are more accessible, and they wonder why they haven’t done this sooner. what were they waiting for? and why?

i am a they. these words quiver on my fingertips, trembling like a new foal’s legs. we are here. we have arrived.

i am a they. and sometimes, a she. maybe some day, sometimes a he.

i am a they. i am riley. welcome to the world.