You can experience the succession of thoughts as objective 'arisals' coming you know not whence and going you know not where, and in this way not essentially different from any of the furniture of your world. But the case for this has to be argued and what precisely the point is in such arguments is not clear as it undoes itself. On the other hand the more natural way in which you experience the jagged and discontinuous flow of experience and its contents is so much more intimate, as if each thought no matter how absurd or irrelevant seeming is clutched to your heart and savoured and loved like a transitional object even as you abandon it for the next one. Of course all those feelings, that intimate relish for what is your own, is just another mode of arising thought and again falls in with the other furniture, but that's no reason to deny the pleasure it gives you.