Matters upon which the heart speaks are often easier told to strangers.
There’s a danger in that we all know, yet there is an element of safe. They do not know us, therefor they have no prejudice.
But what is there in really knowing someone anyway? Especially in a world where you can be lied to by your best friend and expected to forgive them. It is human nature to want to tell stories, our stories help us connect and understand one another. In truth, it’s one of my favorite pass times to listen to strangers of all walks tell their stories. You’d be amazed at the things you learned not from just the words but from peoples movements, the sound of their voice, and the way their eyes glow. This is because when people tell stories, they let off a little of themselves in to the atmosphere and that piece is what you take with you of them, not just the tale.
Hearts will choose their paths at whim.
Motives will be lived to sink or swim
While we wander corridors of uncertainty
Mists of souls we once knew shall hound us in scrutiny.
If we become great than we loose the old ties
The common misconception of fear and famous lies.
If we strive for nothing we are seen as so weak
Outcasts of society, a lost soul amongst masses to weep.
So in a middle way of mind
A man can find his comfort in time
Either in simplicity
Or with his fame and dignity
But to whom shall his stories be told
A man of meek or a man of bold
For all does the bell toll
And for all do hearts grow cold
Men of either nature see
That living is in the lives of the free
So to the trusted stranger tell
A story of a life lived well.
Venai 
This is a great piece! I have found myself on both ends and often wondered what it is that comforts us in confiding our secrets to someone we barely know. Is it lack of caring how a stranger may judge us? Or the need for an unbiased opinion from someone who is able to see the whole picture without letting their feelings interfere?
I find in many cases it’s the later of those two coupled with a need for one person or soul in the world to hear the whole story from your point of view when others closer to you don’t seem to want to listen or take interest… An observation I guess.