Jan 20, 2006 03:32
Dear mom,
Are you happy?
I don't mean the fluffy type of happy that you get when you watch a good movie or eat a surprisingly rich piece of chocolate. I mean, the real type of happy: the kind that gets into your bones and fills your lungs and gives you the contentment to sit quietly in a chair on a lazy Sunday afternoon with nary a care in the world.
Thing is, I don't think you are. I think that all you know in the world is that shallow, fleeting type of happiness. So whenever it starts to fade away, you run off to find a new source of happiness. You're still running, mom, and it's sad that you haven't quite reached the point where you can trace your steps and see the damage you've left behind.
I don't whether you're really running from something you want to forget or towards something you think you need, but it must be tiring. I thought that getting re-married would slow you down and let you start thinking of building a new family... I still get nauseous at that last idea, but I do want you to be happy.
I'll still be here, if you ever need me. Just so you know.
XOXO
Sarah
Muse: Sarah
Fandom: Labyrinth