Volume of Thoughts

I reached for my brilliant white beacon of music to adjust the volume. I was stoned. Shirtless and barefoot, wearing only my blue shorts, neon orange plastic sunglasses and a towel over my shoulder. I was stoned. My thoughts were projecting louder then the music and my desire was to drown them out. Then I stopped, suddenly aware of something new and interesting, the soles of my feet quickly growing hot on the black pavement, I was concerned only with the volume of my thoughts. This idea that the loudness of the music depends less on my ears and more on the loudness of my thoughts began to take shape. Perhaps there is an infinite layer of thoughts, all of them simultaneously projecting themselves at varying levels and we are only conscious of those that are loud enough to stand above the din of all the others?