Missing mnemosyne

Oh Mother of Muses and Memory! Yet cloudy up inside brains from shock at head. Truly I know not self.  Verily, even I not certain of you...

Me?? Ah haha me? Still I trusted...

Someway I just not feeling the love... loud brain part warning against trust for you...Such woe to loosen memory. Even hood feeling mist!

Amnesia

One month you amnesiac, Greta.  Collect and proceed!  Chop chop!

Verily, I linger so memory clouded...partial recalling you approach...i reverse...reverse...

No no Greta, exert gnot with memory attempts... relaaaaaax... go forward, not back....

Distinctly I remember you approach me... i reverse.... and then....

No no no Greta, we look for ward, not behind!  Continue at future we must!