Hour Glass

There are two sides of me. The sane side and the insane side. I am periodically turned, the sand rushes from one side to another. The trick is to never let one side run out. I must make sure that there is always some sand in both sides. That is the problem, I am slipping. There is hardly any sand left. I am loosing everything. I am becoming my worst fear. I am loosing my sanity.