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The soft ache

There's an ache that happens, sometimes, and leaves me staring at my ceiling and noticing all the empty spaces. It's not the ache that cripples me, not the one that makes me never want to get out of bed. This is the soft ache, the one that reveals my longing for something more. Classical guitar is a near-perfect sountrack for this ache, observing the absence instead of trying to fill it. God placed this ache in me, and as the day quiets, I feel it now.


I've never thought of them in those words before, but in your definitions, I know exactly what you're talking about.

It's like a homesickness for something unidentifiable. We don't know what it is we're searching for, but we know it's out there, and we know we'll know what it is when we find it.

I'm going to post a song I wrote last year to my LJ for you. It's not completely in line with what you're talking about here, but I think you might appreciate some parts of it, some of the elements. You might have seen it before, I've posted it a time or two. It's called "The Siren's Song".
Each desire in your soul has a fulfillment somewhere. It's simply the way of things.

God allows us hunger because He made food.
God allows us to be cold because He made warmth.
God allows us loneliness because He has created companionship.
God allows us desire for sex because He designed marriage/intimacy.
God allows us a longing for home because He's built us mansions.
Etc., etc., etc.

Think of some more.