Answer:
I fly away as soon as you set me loose. People around you may slowly move away once they sense my presence.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
I am the kind of soda you must not drink. What am I?
I may seem real but it always turns out I was never there in the first place... you only see me during a certain resting stage.
What gets bigger the more you take away?