Cascading curtain crashes continuously, a fluid ladder leaping from lofty heights, never tiring, always tumbling in its timeless dance.

I copy every move you make, but never breathe or speak. I stretch at dusk and hide at noon, and vanish when you seek.

I'm spiky and proud, a fruit with a flair, but people smell me and dive for fresh air. I taste like dessert, but reek like a crime, a feast or a fart, who's to say?

Once worshipped as A God. We don't care if you just give us a nod. We want love on our own time. Don't go to the bathroom alone. Don't be late for dinner time.

When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?