Answer:
Die without me, never thank me. Walk right through me, never feel me. Always watching, never speaking. Always lurking, never seen.
What flies around all day but never goes anywhere?
A building where people and stories are on stage
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
I crawl on the earth. And rise on a pillar.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?