A Poignant Moment

Contributed by Fungus
Isolated, by itself, what is a minute? Merely a measurement of time. There are 60 in an hour, 1,440 in a day. But yet locked in that space of time, it can be such a poignant moment. To dissect that moment into granular components would be almost impossible because the brain move at such a high speed that one couldn't be quite definite in differentiating an afterthought from an immediate resultant response to a cognitive stimulus. Nonetheless, I shall attempt to do just that - to put words into that poignant moment which could otherwise be dismissed as just a mere display of personality trait.

Compressed within time, a tidal wave of thoughts with its accompanying emotional responses hit me. My mind operated so fast, a myriad of subsidiary thoughts developed from there. To name the more salient one: I was deeply afraid that I've done something wrong.