Excerpt from my Young Adult Novel: Vicky's Coffin. Thoughts?

I felt ecstasy at the sight of him amongst the graves, so much time had passed, fantasizing I could travel to a world where he could be mine, where I could touch the things that have touched him and link his life with my own. I envied the leaves that grazed his skin and the dirt beneath his feet. I imagined running to him, letting him take me away. Whoever he was, whatever he was, did not matter. I felt groggy, a feeling only compared to laughing gas at the dentist given how light and airy I felt. It was a high I couldn’t seek drugs powerful enough to imitate. He was my painkiller, medicine’s equivalent to the discovery of penicillin, the adrenaline that would restart my heart if it stopped from so many stops and gos, the antidepressant that would bring me back from the hollows of self-destruction, and--soon enough--the antipsychotic I would need if I told anyone what my thoughts sounded like right now.