Disclaimer: I do not own or stake any claim to the Labyrinth or any of its characters, nope not one bit of it. They belong to the Henson Company.
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Live without the sunlight
For six years she denied the dream, yet concurrently held it in her eyes every night. She was stubborn, willful, hot headed and aloof, but she was not ignorant. He was always there, through it all, through the changes, even through the move to college he had been there. And then one day he wasn't. Some nights she even fell asleep against the cool glass. There had been many excuses for this though of course she denied the fact of the matter. It was true that she had never felt more alone, but it was also true that she was willful and stubborn and this drove her further into what she considered 'sensibility'. Dreamers were thinkers, so with her dream lost to her she'd immersed herself fully as she could in thoughts and reason. Surely reason is sensible.
She engrossed herself in her studies, as silly in their sensibility as they come, and as the time flew by, she soon found herself moving on to grad school.
Sarah called her life many things: sensible, realistic, grounded, even mature. Certainly not to be called silly, though that is just what it was. She knew it. She insisted she was no dreamer, but the realist in her could not deny the facts. A silly girl caught up in her silly game. To the rest of the dreamless world she was the picture of reason and practicality. We know better. Sarah, as always, would deny it. The little girl in her never wanted to leave school, for that would mean growing up. Sarah had always thought of grown-ups as dreamless, something she defiantly had refused to be, yet here she was, denying the dream, or so she'd like to think. Rather, she unconsciously kept it in a cruel limbo of indecision.
'You have no power over me.'
My, wasn't that the biggest lie she'd ever spoken? Yet she had spat it out years ago with enough conviction to believe it even herself. Now it was her mantra against foolish dreaming, her single and pathetic defense.
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What does a fantastical king of an unknown land do with forever to spare? I suppose it would have been amusing for him to take up common hobbies, the Goblin King collecting stamps? Golfing? He made several half-hearted attempts to occupy himself in his kingdom amongst his subjects.
Can one truly live without sunlight? It would certainly be foolish to try, with an unfortunate predetermination of failure. Jareth was a haughty king now reduced to a piteous fool. This wasn't by his decision, it was simply the way of things, though some things we cannot hope to understand until we've endured them.
So he took to the skies, for his diversion, for his sanity, though we could say for his livelihood. For her. Similar to a magnet and its diametrically opposing forces, yet still part of the whole, one and the same. Neither of them could know or understand, but such things had to be.
What disasters we can make, we suppose we can see clearly when in fact we are blind and arrogant fools. Sarah, of course, willed herself blind while Jareth play-acted superiority and control.