Do we become artists because we are lonely, or do we feel lonely because we are artists?

Everyone loves artists and their art, but often only after they are gone. Few people truly love them while they are still there.

Its the dynamic of depth, it drowns others.. but what the artist sees, and manages to transmute, often awe inspires those who aren't at such depths..

Loneliness is something I have-been fighting all my life, until I stopped and accepted it... I have such a deep understanding of myself and others that I can hardly feel depressed, except for the my own egos flairs... and yet I am so deeply lonely.

I am at peace with it most of the time, but sometimes I need to feel the touch of skin, the breath on the my neck, the quickening of my heartbeat to know that am still alive and not some dead poet wandering between "ifs" and "maybes", trapped in the words of an eternal poem of longing.