Answer:
What kind of room has no windows or doors?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
You throw away the outside, eat the inside, then throw away the inside. What is it?
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?