I think it is because
Strangers come with no prior context,
My own blood might judge my tears
But you would never do that to a 2am text...
With a virtual stranger
I can get a dark secret off my chest,
Drawing comfort from the fact that
There won't be repercussions in my IRL nest...
I can be blunt, direct, vulnerable
With someone in another part of the world very far,
Knowing that she'd never expect niceties
Unlike my friends sharing the table at the bar...
The stranger understands that
I'm broadening my horizon,
That i like her being the new voice
In my chorus of reason...
Strangers don't know that
I had to grow up quickly far beyond my age,
They speak to me unbiased
They don't burden me with more baggage...
And beacuse we know there'd be
No expectations hurled,
You and I, though strangers in a way
Can bare our souls about anything in the world...